The Hash goes to the Country!
Last weekend the mighty Santiago hash abandoned it gritty city-slicker image and headed out to the farmland and broccoli fields on the edge of town for a spot of jogging/stumbling, foolin in the pool and even a bit of football! All of that before the normal hash festivities even began beneath the gum trees at Leonardo's parcela next-door to our very own Bi-Weekly Deposits bean fields!
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| The hashers line up for the start of the 'race' |
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| a bit of a jog through a lecheria..not sure who smelt worse, hashers or cows.. |
A minor navigational mishap occurred while our worthy beermiester was on the sacred-quest of filling the hash beer coolers, which saw him shanghaied into another dimension for the legendary last-weekend-of-summer-holidays traffic snarl, so he wasn't able to make it. The hash then had break-the-glass and revert to 'Emergency plan B' (B for buy more beer!).
Despite half the hash being out of town on a road trip to La Serena (2 blokes and 10 girls....sounds like you were a bit outnumbered lads!) we managed a half-decent crowd of would-be campers and sometimes runners who managed to muster at (almost) the allotted time and place on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
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| After the run, straight into the pool for a spot of water polo.... |
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| Futbol action.. |
Then for those with any energy left it was off to the soccer field for 'Chile Vs the Rest' or something like that (not sure what team Scooby-my-doo was on, and i don't think he was either!)
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| The GM decides to take the crocodile for one last ride.. |
Then it was time for some serious hash business back at the quincho.
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| Some virgins are inducted into the rituals of the hash |
Names are handed out....to the only man who could follow the convoluted directions and actually made it to the hash via the public bus (see it can be done!!)
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| An Irish gent is born again as a Leprechaun |
Then a sad farewell to two stalwarts of the hash....our lovely songmistress and the somewhat technologically challenged hashflash...
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| Dominasstrix and Full Service Bid us farewell in fine hash style and are inducted into... something or other.. |
After this it got really messy.....The hash decamped from the lush surrounds of Leo's parcela to the more 'earthy' delights of the selected campsite up the road. Before long a fire was lit, 10 local dogs were adopted and the serious business of knocking off 5 or 6 bottles of wine and anything else vaguely alcoholic we could lay our hands on was commenced...
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| happy campers relaxing (or passing out?) by the fire |
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| bi-weekly deposit ties to fit something where it just won't go! |
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| The RA shares some of his wisdom with a fireside oratory.. |
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| inspired by the Reggaeton playing next door, the campers break loose! |
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| And finally the GM attempts to relieve some sore heads the next day with a traditional big-breakfast cookup! |
