Kyhber & Wrappa – The “Great Expectations”* Run
Oxford Falls
Great Expectations was the theme of the night from Khyber and Wrappa
As the rain was threatening from a distance, the hares and hashmen alike were hoping for the Gods to spare the Oxford Falls run, Even Ayatollah in far off Forster and ever diligent in his JM role, sent an urgent SMS through to the hares – what is your contingency plan if it rains?? –“ get fucked” said Khyber in his normal diplomatic way as he knew the Gods were with the hares tonight
Changi was winging his way from far off Top Ryde hoping this was not a repeat of the Superglue washout from several weeks earlier ,as Viginus Illegitimus ,welcoming back San Francsico, who with his bandaged and painful knees, a legacy from his heady playing days for the Vancouver Irish rugby club was going to make a good fist of the walk
Major Disaster was taking a special interest as Khyber announced to the pack that the walkers should not walk the runners trail unless they wanted to get in late and dark. Major, an expert in these matters was very mindful and said to himself that he would get in early this time showing that he had learnt from the past!
The pack was off as a slight sprinkling had started – up the mountain bike ramps and obstacle course.
Of course there are always latecomers as Duckweave and Frenchie had not set their alarm clocks correctly and arrived 10min after the pack had gone
As usual the pack was led off by Scotsman, Superglue, Plunger , Last Card Louis Your Choice and Changi setting a pace up while Kitty Litter had put on his shoes on the wrong feet and was cursing his fumbling fingers as he took off some minutes behind the rest of the pack
Tyre Fruck and Pilko ( welcome back mate) were joined by S Bends as they made their way to the top of the hill and entered the main Morgan Road fire trail, a well known landmark of many hash runs past.
With the committee down on numbers and keen to cook a traditional hash meal, Centrepoint and Captain Bligh, having negotiated the ramps and obstacles headed back downhill again to start the gourmet meal.
Through the main gate and then after a short distance the track took a left turn which lead down to the main valley fire trail into the valley. The pack was well spread out now into the runners led by Scotsman and Super, the lesser runners led by Grape and Colonel Sanders and the walkers led by Calici , Jungle Jim and Moishe.
BTG, and Moishe , were enjoying the great scenery and solitude of the bush, interspersed with BTG’s pearls of wisdom coming like spears from the heavens.
The front runners had raced ahead as Druid, the walkers trailmaster, with Yakkity, had questioned a well -marked steep incline to the right.
After studiously and impressively studying his map, Druid in an authoritative manner exclaimed that this trail was utter bullshit and a falsely – “keep going straight ahead boys –
I know a falsey when I see one” as the gullible pack blindly followed his instructions
Jungle Jim, ever the sceptic, had heard this Druid crap before and proceeded to climb the steep embankment to prove the falsey was indeed really the trail and called the boys On On.
The different walking styles of Moishe and BTG
Jungle Jim, ever the sceptic, would not swallow this Druid edict has he scrambled up the rough embankment
Seeing Jungles lead, followed up the steep incline went Wombat, Jack the Ripper and Goanna ( showing a spare tyre these days) only to be confronted by a Wrapparound “rope “special at a sandstone rampart. It was noted by the trailmaster that all the hash had negotiated the commando course set by the hares.- well done boys!
Calici Virus demonstrating how to do it
Once to the top, the track led into the main fire trail again.The runners splitting left to the flying fields and the walkers headed up to the famous Aboriginal carving at the top of the sandstone escarpment.
Scud went to investigate with Johnno, Goonshow and Mr Neat , discovering numerous Aboriginal carvings including a Erik Von Daniken lookalike spaceman carving.
Wombat showing the benefits of his commando training
The shadows were getting long now as the setting sun saw Tyre Fruck, Major Disaster and Pilko doubting their plans as they contemplated a night in the bush with the little creatures.
Once again the fast runners Flying Scotsman and Superglue had strode first into the cabal passing Duckweave who had shortcut after walking by himself for most of the hour
As darkness approached most of the pack had returned including Tic Toc, San Franciso , Saltpetre ,Goonshow and Goanna to smell the fragrances of a gourmet sausage dinner being carefully prepare by President Peedub, Centre Point and Captain Bligh .
The evening was now perfect as the pack received a great meal of carefully cooked sausages, mash with specially selected baked beans and onions – what a meal!
Lighting was relieved, as out of the darkness, emerged the 3 lost souls of Major Disaster, Tyre Fruck and Pilko – whew that would have been an interesting search thought Lightning as he breathed a sigh of relief.
While the pack was enjoying the conviviality of the evening, a far flung table of Duckweave, Frenchie, Biggamist , San Franciso & co were enjoying a superb bottle of Lanhaus red that the esteemed President had secreted onto their table.
On another table Johnno was checking out dirty jokes on his 3G phone in case he was called up to present . Meanwhile,Tic Toc, in a whisper, commented that the sausages were definitely not undercooked, but nicely tinged with a dusting of carbon. With Little Shit away and only 5 committeemen to slave upon the Hash, self -service wine and beer was the order of the night.
After the melted icy poles were served,the hares, Khyber and Wrappa were up for a well- deserved down down.
Next was the welcoming of our newest Hash member , Nigel, who has had significant notoriety since his naughty escapes with Plunger had been exposed to the masses
Down Downs were in order for San Franciso, Pedantic and Mr Attention Deficit syndrome , E Shit who was denied the opportunity for any more exposure following his outrageous behavior for the mass distribution travel report from Amsterdam. (Wally Grout will issue a Jihad if it continues!)
Some entertaining jokes were told by Peedub, Wombat , SBend ( alias McTavish Epstein) and a finale with Tic Toc’s Nigel’s ( there is that name again) ashes blow job joke.
Scotsman announced next week’s run at Red Hill as Peedub guaranteed that he could open the gate ! to the doubting Scotsman.
A great but long runners and walkers run with camaraderie in the beautiful bush
On On for next week.
Apres On On Joke – Peedub in his desire for additional sausages and nourishment accepted an offering from Lightning who had picked up some kangaroo shit for Peedub to savour !!
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Distance Elevation 8.04km
Elevation Gain 214m
Calories burnt 655C
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Runs:
Next Week’s Run:
Run No 2475 December 8th: Flying Scotsman and Yakkity Yak Red Hill Reserve, off Lady Penryn Drive, Beacon Hill
- Run No 2476 December 15th: Grape and Colonel Sanders, RFS fire station Warrigal Dr, Westleigh West Pennant Hills
- Run No 2477 : SH3 Christmas Run December 22nd : JJ Melbourne Reserve, Terry Hills: lock in your diaries NOW ; A Committee Run – The Posh Christmas Run with all the Christmas trimmings including Harriettes
- Run No 2476 December 29th: Last Card Louis, Turramurra