It was Orang-Utan H3 responsibility to host this run and Hutan Percha 
was the obvious choice of location as hutan(jungle) is the natural 
habitat of us(primates). 200 hashers participate this Run and it was a great 
success.

I arrived at 2.00 pm to find our  Roasted Pork Towkay Low busy 
slicing  cucumber. He had a daunting task of chopping, slicing, packing 
polystrene boxes with roasted pork garnished with cucumber. Few minutes later 
Hawai Goh and company brought in more bites(fried tafu) and our Treasurer 
Benson drove up with his car full of water-melons. Some early birds had a chance 
their fill their bellies with late lunch. The hares Dragon Lim, Peter Looi and
company made their presence to helped out in the preparations.


On On was called by the GM James Bong and the pack took off along the dirt track
which provided a good warm-up jog/walk before going into rubber. The trail now was 
zig-zagging  as a typical Bhai trail , but the fallen barb
wire fence entrapped 2 victims with scratch injuries.  We weaved our way through
the rubber trees  to disappear into a low lying catchment 
area and then up into immature oilpalm. Wadding our way through the palm 
fronds, it reminded me of the unfortunate incident where a (Melaka) Batang hasherlost
his eye being pricked by a palm frond leaf a year ago. So hashers please take care,
wear safety glasses, helmet when you run and follow the 
example set by Malacca Hash Webmaster TTKang. 

The hares then lead us  into mature oilpalm to the 1st  check. 
Paper was found on the left in mature rubber then leading the pack to a Papaya farm ,
then swaying left into rubber again to the 2nd Check on the top of a hill. 
Paper could be spotted for miles and this was easly cleared. 
Just round the corner the hares were waiting to separate the real runners on
to the long trail and then direct the behind to the shorter trail. 
It rained cats and dogs at this stage and the going was slippery. 
Most  hashers and harriets hit  the muddy  patch of trail attempting to stay upright, 
leaning, overcompensating, leaning again, slowly losing their center of balance,
and finally 'bum'. Back into immature oil palm the short and long trails met and 
it was plain sailing along the estate road which connected with the initial track
and we were back to the runsite.


Really good cold Tiger  beers were  popped by none other  then Mr.Kok, Sales Manger of Guinness Anchor 
and it was a pleasure being served by a VIP.


As for the Hash Circle well the pictures are better than the words.