It was time for an outstation, and rather than taking us away for the weekend, Horny Monkey took us around the corner to the Wangtarn resort, near where I set runs from. It was so close to home that I popped by for a beer on Friday night to say hi to the 2-nighters!
Saturday came around and Horny had insisted on a long tradition of Saturday runs starting at 3pm – just to make sure we sweat a bit more and get to run in the heat. To ensure the full effect, he avoided the tree-shaded jungle areas and chose a route in the open along bitumen. Rather than letting us enjoy the stunning views from the reservoir, he dragged us through flooded fields and yet more hardtop.
I picked up 2 sets of skiddy sticks and Chuckie urged me to launch them into the canal. HRA got another set, and CW found yet more. While the hare did a good job of keeping us under control and kept us together, he promptly told Semen Soars and a visitor which way to go – asshole! Big Top and Unplugged were in sensational form, and every time I took a wrong turn they were right up with the FRBs.
Back at the resort, we had a protracted circle, and headed on to the food. Great food, before we set off to the pool for bikini contests, underwater races and sprints. Next up the fire was lit and we endured Toe Jam singing for us. The last of us hit the sack before midnight – very civilised! CW and Turkish Delight were up drinking coffee around 7 – was this really a hash?
Dick Tracy and Dirty Pervert set off to set the hangover run – which took them over 2 hours to set. Eeek… They’d set 2 options, a ball breaker and a short run?! WTF? Fortunately the Hangover Ball Breaker was only 2.7km, and a good group of us set off to search for paper. Most of the paper was still in DT’s car! I’ve heard about being conservative, but this was insane and we spent most of the time trying to second guess the hare. Turkish popped up for a sprint finish – racist bastard!