Fucking pissed it down at 3 o clock. Phone calls started --oh are we still doing it?   Of course we are still doing it --wimps.

     I myself was fortunate in getting a lift down to the ferry terminal. Some others less fortunate did not, due to inclement weather which was indeed very inclement.

         The ferry left Langasuka at 5 pm sharp but the terminal was deserted at 4:30. Was this to be a  wash out perhaps?  At 5pm, 19 turned up and more were reported to be on the island already.

      Rebak island was just a 20 minute ride by a---fairly big speed boat, but this didn’t make the journey easy, it was fucking rough, slowing down to wave climbing speed just outside the channel.

        Safely tied up we stepped ashore to be met by the two hares, DOUBLE DUTCH  and  LANGKAWI TULIP,--yes, I agree, very soppy names. I'll tell you mine later --at the end.

        More sign ups until AYAM the Hash Cash shouted 33 runners,--not bad for such a shitty day.

         Getting the bastards outside to start the run was met again with reluctance. "You’ve got to run in it sometime,” shouted the Grand Master.  Standing there like frightened rabbits shivering in the rain, the circle proceeded.

      SEAMEN had new shoes, and although they didn’t look new, he insisted that they were!!  Filled  with beer, they were christened with Hash tradition.

            A bit of clear sky could be seen way out to the west as the hares described the run, ON ON was called and we ran straight through the hotel lobby.

      Up the hill at the back of the hard stand, round the back of the crystal factory, down to the garbage pier and past the pool. Round the generator house, over to the marina channel and a short burst back in.

        Short yes, Long enough? Yup. Still raining, Yup.

   Beers helped the drying out process as the clear sky drew  ever nearer.  Because the run started early we had loads of time to fill our beer bellies with beer and get ready for the circle at 7pm.

             The Grand Master called the circle which was sort of an oblong squeezed in between the volley ball court and the beach.

       The Executioner of the day was DOUBLE GLAZED , who at 6 or7 runs couldn’t remember how to do it and kept asking question like; "what do I do--I dont know how to do it". Never the less some ice cold water did reach the right places sometime.

       KAKI JILAT ---who is not the noisiest Malay in the world,-- but fucking close, was noisy as  normal as the returners and visitors were dealt with.

    Virgins Included Oi from the island and some Dutchman who looked like it was all a bit too much for them and decided that entering the circle more than once was sufficient.