Deeply engrossed in the usual pre-run bullshit, the GW started the run 5 minutes late. The pack start rumbling into the fringe of the forest and up and up and up a mother of a bukit to level off at the peak continue with a decent and another steeper, higher grandmother of a bukit, enunciated with groans, curses and words your mother never taught you, permeating from the verbal orifice of holy people like Superman, Longkang and Khunthai. First runner in 7.45pm, last runner in, lost and found, 9pm plus. Cola taking care of his guest Leong who had the cramps and farts, slowed down and when darkness came they have no torchlights. Foks they have to practically feel their way back until the rescue crew found them on their decent. None the worse from the experience but I doubt Leong will be back to try his luck again. Good on Cola for sticking along with his guest all the way.
The usual bullshitting continued in between nibbles of finger food "chicken wings" and water melon. Circle called and the mandatory announcements were made, icing by mystery whip "Nagka Sor Loh" and of course Grandma stake his claim to his usual tirade
The pack is then off to dinner at a makan palce next to FRIM, a sumptious spread from Pepsi washed down with pleanty of golden fluid. What a night, Messy lost his way and ended up trying to get into some condo on his way back and the hangover the next mroning was not too bad.
Thank you Pepsi for a "good" lan and a great night out.
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