We drove to the edge of eternity… and where I say we, I mean my chauffeur drove me – damn it is nice having someone drive for you! The runsite looked a bit different from last time we were here. Hare brief said wimp rambo split, but then ended with a further wimp option? According to the hares it was a “wimp” and “wimper”, but sounded like there was a “wimpiest” too? Not sure any of the trails deserved to be called ‘wimp’ – get off the couch and come for some exercise and you aren’t a wimp.
We weren’t 100% sure as we set off – down to the road and turn right… which road? Finally after a few hundred metres we saw paper, and promptly a circle check. A visitor from Myanmar was enthusiastic at the front, double checking the “rules” for this hash. He tagged the most obvious option, so CW and I made the most feeble effort of checking in hash history as we stood around the corner waiting for the call. Luckily the check was short, and we quickly caught up.
Second check, and I was wrong. Right and wrong is mostly a boolean distinction – either right or wrong… it doesn’t really allow for how wrong someone might be… At this point my hash mixed up with some dogs as I checked left (and wrong). I didn’t hear any calls, just yapping and barking. My road seemed to be bending around to the right, towards where the other options were, so I went much further than I should have before turning back. When I saw the circle again, it was kicked out, and I was way, way behind. Way, way behind…
I jogged on for a while and it was sometime before I finally saw Shagless ahead. And then No Hope. Eventually I met the foragers who made little disguise about their main reason for heading out on trail. The trail broke right and narrowed as I joined a pack of walkers, dropping down into a gully before climbing steeply back out. The trail was headed to the right, but nothing certain yet. Pretty sure we could have stayed on trail, headed to the next junction and turned right, but hashers can’t object to some shiggy!
Finally free and able to run I found myself following Cumalot, always a pleasure! At last we were running through the jungle like free spirits, or perhaps she was just running away from me and I was chasing her through the forest like some pervert. There was paper, we were running… there was no paper, we were still running… it was joyous! And then we realised we weren’t on paper and we were alone in the jungle with nobody nearby…. So we did what any normal person would do and carried on another 20m or so and found paper again.
It was paper, but took some deciphering. We knew we weren’t at the front, but weren’t sure what was happening. I went backwards for a while and found the arrows marking the W/R rejoin – We hadn’t even got to the W/R split! I turned back and Does Nothing & Mr PP had left Cumalot alone in the forest. There was the option to just head back, but I suggested doing the right thing so now Cumalot was chasing me through the forest! Should I let her catch me?
We caught Sups & SB as they hand in hand took the W option. We jogged steadily on the R route, and caught up with Poo, and then No Hope (again). Poo reassured us he was fine, he was just taking it steady… More on Poo later… We had no chance of getting back with the group, but I jogged on regardless, catching several groups several times. Richard? was convinced I was doing the run 4 times as I kept passing him – sorry sir, you were just being much more efficient than me! Another little temple on a hill – down the slope around the corner and we were home. Most of us… One found it a bit trickier and Poo in his effort to take it easy came in well after everyone else from the wrong direction – hopefully he recovers quickly enough.