Limping Marathon Runner

5th April 2005: Edited version and repost. Inserted RanchuKing's pic.

The following excursion took place in some place with dense vegetation. A place full of SEAL trained mosquitoes and without a bikini babe in sight.

What a great day for a hike. Muggs, Conan, RanchuKing and ChiefClerk set off at the start of the trail, 0800hrs sharp. All of a sudden, Conan feel like doing a EliteForces style of camouflaging his face. According to my personal standard, it was a lousy paint job.



Approximately 3.5km down the trail, we seem to be lost. Tired and thirsty, everyone seem to have missed the map that was planted along the dirt track. Being the wisest one here, Muggs begins to consult his trusty Brooks jogging shoes for directions. "Hey, little fella. Which way is the TreeTop Bridge?"



Needless to say, Brooks, after being stepped on by Muggs for the past 3.5km, has refused to reveal any clue. Now, Conan starts to look doubtful.



Pissed, Conan decides to lead the pack. Conan screamed his war cry, "I am Conan the Barbarian. Hear me roar!! Follow me instead because I have the POWER DRINK!".



Strange as it seems. A usual TopoKing, Conan was able to navigate to the rest point near our objective. Seems like Lady Luck is with him. Will you just look at him? One kind of Yaya Papaya face. "Yellow watermelon face, actually.", corrected RanchuKing.



Even our ChiefClerk, a.k.a Mrs. RanchuKing, shrieks in disbelief. (ChiefClerk stresses that she wants to stay anonymous. Hence, we "mosaic-ed" her face.)



Well, even though Muggs is defeated by the new TopoKing in town, Muggs never fails to pose for a shot. Been here, done it and I'm loving it.



When it was Conan and RanchuKing's turn to take a picture, there was a small incident. Butt groping. Feeling guilty, our RanchuKing looked away.



While crossing the Tree Top bridge, our TopoKing, Conan, suddenly got excited when his mobile phone rang. Conan yelled, "Hello. Ohh.. .AM? Yes, AM? Ah ha... Oh yeah, by the way. I'm now crossing the Tree Top bridge leh.". Happily yakking on the phone and block the uni-directional pathway at the same time, a pudgy lady decides to overtake Conan. In the process, Conan's mobile phone left his hand and plunged to its death, into the primary rainforest below. We thought we hear a yelp from his Nokia when it landed on the ground with a thud.



The rest of us laughed our heads off. Conan spun around only to catch the sight of the pudgy lady taking off, leaving a cloud of dust. Conan let out a thunderous roar, "KNN". Clearly, the roar didn't help but only left us with spasms in our abdominals. Conan spotted that Muggs had the loudest laughter. The Barbarian shoved a lemon down Mugg's throat with one swift thrusting action.



"Shit.... what WAS that?", Muggs choked. "A lemon and serve you right for gloating over my misfortune.", hissed Conan. By now, RanchuKing and Chief Clerk intervened, "Alright, cut it out, you guys! We should be heading back for lunch already. I'm starving.". Conan proposed a toast to finish up his power drink before we head for lunch, while Muggs still feeling sour over what has happened, turned away .... *still fuming*.