Run #2767 by Botak Chin at Permai Shop lots

After nearly two months missing in action, our GM finally crawled out from under her mountain of commitments and returned to the kennel. Amazing Grace was back, ready to whip the Harriets into shape — or so she thought! When it came time to call the circle, she nearly suffered a heart attack. Fewer than 10 members turned up, with three guests providing some much-needed moral support. Then came the flag-off, and the real WTF moment. Only EIGHT brave souls headed up the hill, and guess what? All bloody men, except for one lone lady — our very own GM! HELLOOOO?! This is Hash House HARRIETS Penang, not Hash House Has-Beens! Where the hell were all the Harriets? Amazing Grace was left to represent the entire female population while the men marched off like they owned the mountain. Someone better check whether the ladies have secretly transferred to another kennel! Hare Botak Chin (Ian) served up a lovely 4.1 km trail with a lung-busting 398 m elevation gain. The trail itself was a beauty, but some sections seemed to have suffered a mysterious disappearance of the trail paper. Hashers were left scratching their heads, wondering whether to go up, down, left, right, or simply call their lawyers. Rumour has it that the run setters had clipped the paper to the sky — no wonder nobody could find the bloody stuff! Was this a trail-setting failure or a new high-altitude hashing innovation? Whatever the explanation, everyone eventually made it back in one piece. No casualties, just a few bruised egos and confused hashers. Thankfully, the evening was rescued by a delicious green curry that had everyone forgetting their uphill suffering faster than you could shout “Down Down!” Plates were cleared, bellies were filled, and the kennel came alive with endless chatter and laughter. Once again, proving the universal truth of hashing: give us a questionable trail, a few missing papers, and enough good food, and we'll forgive almost anything. Almost. With dinner settled, Amazing Grace took charge of the Down-Down circle and made sure nobody escaped without their fair share of charges, teasing, and good old-fashioned hash abuse. The return of the GM was celebrated in true Harriet style — noisy, cheeky, and completely lacking in dignity. A good night was had by all, even if the attendance sheet and the actual trail turnout seemed to belong to two different kennels! Verdict: Great trail, questionable paper placement, magnificent green curry, and a GM who deserves hazard pay for representing the entire female kennel. Botak Chin, next time clip the paper to the trees, not the bloody sky! And Harriets, get your arses out of bed — this is OUR kennel, ladies! On On! 🍻