P2H3 Run #912 – The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Panting

Date:  10/5/2009

Hares:  Milky Discharge, Horny Cow (run), Joy (walk)

Run Report:  Yogi Bra

Ok, I’m back.  Sorry for the absence, all those who bemoaned the lack of reports are hereby conscripted to write one in the near future.

What’s new pussycat? The truck now has a roof.  Good thinking, someone.  I didn’t get to experience it first-hand as I opted for May Not’s 4-wheel drive luxury chariot, but from my plush, air-con seat you all looked, well, like a bunch of people on a truck.  Godspeed.

We trundled out to Phnom Brassat, the closest thing the area has to the Alps.  However, this would not be the hilly, oxygen-depriving, yodel-inducing climb of Blitzkrieg fame.  Hares Milky Discharge and Horny Cow kept us on the straight and narrow for most of the run, with only one punishing hill, which looked like K2 compared to the usual Cambodian turf.  We were rewarded for our steady climb by a gorgeous pagoda and sweeping views at the top, for the half-way.

What else is new?  Some guy with red-hair is quite the FRB.  Most impressive was his ability to choose the wrong trail 99.9% of the time.  But really he should be applauded for attempting in the first place – the rest of us kicked at the ground and peered down various trails, waiting for the ‘all-clear’.  That nice blonde family was back, the Von Trapps.  The 9-year old girl, who beat me in the Mekong River Swim by a couple strokes, put lots of us to shame with her impressive running.  Even her parents had trouble keeping up. Herring Choker, another notable FRB, pulled a Runswell and refused to hold at the holds.  Blah Blah was running quite well, guess his arse is healed.  The other notable addition – we were graced with the presence of the four horsemen – I mean foreign spies from Malaysia.

Overall a great run: around 12kms, gorgeous scenery, good running ground, great weather, few marauding cows and almost no ankle-twisting holes.

Circle: With Flying Plod as stand-in choirmaster, virgins were serenaded, including one fresh from Mexico City. Attention NGOers: you can now add Swine Flu to the list of causes you’re begging for! Technology abuse for the other 2 virgins, one of whom took a tree-side phone call on his mobile at a hold. The Malaysian Spies spoke fondly of the STD-GM days, and welcomed us to come visit any time we liked. On on to your living rooms, guys! The Hares were thanked for an awesome run, and through some extraneous, irrelevant chit-chat during circle, discovered they may be on the same Trans-Siberian Railroad trip as Tokyo Joe. Good God. Blah Blah reassured them it was a big train.

In other news: Joy is leaving; Jeremie was named Shoots Blanks, despite his plea for “Cybershot” (see Lickety Slit for details on what happens when you try to name yourself). Number One celebrated 90 runs. In a Swat valley re-enactment, Tokyo Joe got 2 of his 4 cheeks slapped, unfortunately not the ones he was hoping for.

At Wagon Wheel for the on on on, the pizza came flying from the ovens faster than a tuk tuk in evening rush hour.  We were serenaded by the foreign spies with some naughty limericks, which made only the German owner blush – the rest of us were used to this plus much worse. Speaking of which, where did that big wooden thing go?

On on, baby