The coroner. Oops, sorry. I meant crooner ..... of hash songs. When he sings, it will be "music" to your ears, depending on your alcohol level.
Meandering through the usual path we then arrived at the bungalow houses, the Penchala link area for a check. Those familiar with the area, would have expected the paper to go up. Indeed it was. A short climb, the papers deviated left and probably have some thinking of a reprieve. It was not to be. We had a Mother of all Climb, a 1km stretch as Ubat was quick to emphasize.
What followed next was pretty routine in this area, a couple of ups and downs, crisis crossing the fence area and a good runout for the runners. When we were going up the fencing area again, Laurel was in his WTF ( what the fark ) rant and scribe was about to contribute my share when surprisingly we hit the tarmac road and provide a relief to yours truly, as we know home beckoned. (Thus my WTF rant shall be reserve for another occasion.)
Almost a 2km run on the road to the car park with the front pack in at about 7:15pm. Battery Rosak & Sir Iron Head were ladies men as they were considerate enough to accompany their ladies guest out at about 8:30pm. Distance covered was approx 6.8 km.
Circle time was the usual boisterous affair. GM was giving some reminder about some redundant hash commandments with Iron Head being the main culprit and JM storming into one of his verbiages. There were probably some twisted interpretations and members having short memories, whether it's alcohol induced or not, will continue to repeat these peccadillos.
Let common sense prevailed unless one is prepared to say, "enough is enough it's cibai say bye bye" time. (My apologies for the strong word but I'm trying to get the message across).
All said, a decent clean run, good workout followed by the usual blah blah stuff, nothing dramatic and an evening well spent and no dirty laundries for the missus to clean up and for those who have maids, you have put a smile on their faces.