DATE: 30 OCT 2012
SITE: TUNGKU BEACH - HALLOWEEN RUN
The sun had set, the night was dark with only a fast disappearing streak of light on the horizon when the hens set out on the Halloween Run. They left their few clucking companions in the warmth and safety of the tent and ventured unto the sandy track by Tungku beach among the Casuarina trees clutching torches and each other.
Debbie and I set out bravely behind the main flock thinking my glowing pumpkin lantern and her fetching flashing earbobbles would ensure a safe passage past all awaiting ghouls and zombies. However the rutted uneven path in the sand made walking quite slow and my companion’s injured foot began to hurt so she returned to the beckoning lights at the sign in.
Breathing deeply and lifting the lantern aloft I continued alone searching in the darkness for someone to catch up with. Soon I had to stop and scramble in my back pack for my wind up torch. Alas it had no reservoir of power and I tripped forward winding it for intermittent flashes to see silhouetted figures up front. Suddenly a ghastly apparition appeared out of the bracken and bushes. Startled I shone my torch to see a great figure of mystery and menace and a black cloak framing a grisly skull. It was the Grim Reaper holding a threatening scythe intent on grisly work. “Not my time for harvest” I resolved and swung the orange glowing pumpkin hoping its grimace would help in my demand to pass. A voice from the evil one spoke and initially refused but soon gave in to my repeated pleas.
Greatly relieved that no impossible riddles or magic words were needed I stepped past as the evil shape returned to the shadows and followed the tiny tea lights obviously provided by some good angels. Then joy of joys I caught up with some hens and paired up with the bold Thelma to face the remaining uncertainty. The track still held some evil forces because a hen, hitherto considered friendly, insisted on misleading us at a junction of the run. Soon we were met by the returning front runners who told us to turn back. What hidden dangers we escaped we cannot say. Hence we set off in the opposite direction towards the gloomy shore. Again we were met by hens this time warning of great black holes and threatening waters.
Joining forces with other hashers and again keeping our eyes on the lights we returned safely to the welcome tent which had become populated by gruesome but friendly creatures and thankfully gulped our 110pluses and H2o. Other hens enjoyed a bonfire on the beach.
Three witches, having abandoned their caldrons and Macbeth, deliberated over the Shout up introducing 2 visitors: a lass from Liverpool and Stephanie from Malaysia.
Briony was congratulated on her 50th Run and Melissa was wished good tidings for her departure from Brunei after 99 runs with the hens.
Appropriate jokes were told and sumptuous seasonal food including pumpkin soup and petrified trees was enjoyed. After that camouflaged members were photographed and feted.
NEXT RUN: SPG 370 JLN MUARA, KG SG TILONG
HARES: ANNA M/CLOVER/SATU LAGI