Giant pineapples, garish trolls, and tiny temples were all part of yesterday’s trail set by Slog in Tong Fuk. The lone hare bravely opened his house and home to the hordes of hashers who came out of the woodwork when they heard there was a fancy BBQ being held after the run. It was a good turnout with about 20 people, including the Tung Chung Mafia, one or two virgins, a visiting barrister, and three little half pints who made it up the hill past the cemetery and onto the catchment. It was a great trail, and several intending Wimps did the Rambo and enjoyed it without even realising it. Some FCBs missed the finish turnoff and were on-on for a 2nd lap for 1km before they suffered enough deja-vu and decided to turn around.