When the Beer Doesn't Run Out

The sharp yelps of a pack on the run reverberate through the hills behind Parkview, one of Hong Kong's posher gated communities. A plaintive "where are you?" cry from within the bush is answered by a chorus of "checking," followed by individual shouts of "chalk" and "flour." Moments later a triumphant "on on!" rings out, a bugle sounds the battle charge, and the runners, dripping with sweat, burst from the underbrush. Casually slinging quips, jokes and benign insults with the easy camaraderie of old acquaintances, the 30-large herd mills around a clearing, in search of the next sign marked by chalk...

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