Run #2746 by Blue Cock at Restoran Hin Hin Seafood

Hash House Harriets Penang were once again lured into the wild by none other than Blue Cock (Zimmy), a hare so persuasive that even a 1-hour pilgrimage to a “new, never-been-used-before” runsite felt like a romantic adventure rather than a punishment. Restoran Hin Hin Seafood was the unsuspecting basecamp for this 5.4 km beast with a respectable 486 m elevation gain — or as some call it, “why did I agree to this again?” A solid turnout of 37 brave souls (30 members and 7 guests) proved that either word of the hare’s generosity travels fast… or we all just really love suffering together. After the mandatory GM briefing and a highly serious family photo session (smiles forced, calves already trembling), the pack split into the usual categories: the “I swear I’ll take it slow” walkers and the “I will regret this later” runners. Everyone started together from the tar road, pretending optimism was part of the warm-up. The trail quickly revealed its true personality — a mix of farm climbs, dried leaves, thorny whispers of regret, and “scenic views” that only show up after you question your life choices. The virgin route led through passion fruit farms, vegetable patches, and suspiciously peaceful ponds before dumping everyone back onto tar like nothing happened. No breaks in the pack, just a steady suffering parade of hashers discovering that “ups and downs” was not a metaphor. Meanwhile, the hare casually dropped the ultimate temptation: a beer can photo challenge for a free drink. Suddenly, even the slowest walker developed Olympic-level scanning abilities for aluminium in the wild. Back at base, redemption arrived in the form of a hearty seafood dinner around 7.30pm, generously hosted by Blue Cock (Zimmy), proving once again that pain + food = forgiveness in hash mathematics. The circle was called sharply by GM, and what followed can only be described as “down-downs galore with emotional support beer.” Laughter echoed louder than any complaints ever could, especially during the milestone chaos — Ms Bollywood completing 100 runs in a respectable 11-year “slow and steady wins the liver” journey, and Mr Cock Tail smashing 100 runs in just 4 years of what can only be described as “efficient alcoholism with purpose.” The night ended in true hash fashion: grateful chaos, full stomachs, slightly questionable dignity, and a unanimous appreciation for a hare who clearly believes suffering builds friendship. Rumour has it next week’s run at Shamrock will be hosted by a new VGM — meaning fresh pain, new excuses, and probably the same old bad decisions. Verdict: Excellent virgin trail, generous hare, sneaky elevation torture, strong beer incentives, and legendary down-downs. Worth every thorn and tar return. On On — and may your next beer be easier to earn than this one.