There are times when you just shake your head at yourself and say, “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Yes, you’ve heard me say that before, but we never seem to learn. At least we weren’t nearly lost at sea and didn’t ground ourselves on some coral. Nope, we just did one of the biggest and most strenuous hikes of our lives the day before the hash. I walked with the guys to the rum shop where the hash was starting. This time it was nearby at the Junction Restaurant. However, the walk there is almost all uphill and today was one of the hottest days yet. After tweaking my knee on the hike yesterday and aching everywhere, it took all I had just to get to the Junction. I wished the guys luck, but stayed behind and drank some wine.
Maybe a couple hundred or so hashers showed up. They made the standard pre-hash announcements, welcoming the virgins and explaining the rules. But I saw something new this time…
When you see people walking around in one shoe and then you see this, you know someone’s in for it. These are just the ladies’ shoes, but one man was also caught with new shoes. Don’t they know not to wear new shoes to a hash?
Apparently not, because they all had to drink. What a way to break in your shoes! A whole bottle of beer was poured into each shoe and the respective owners had to drink it. Everyone ELSE thought it was funny, but now these poor souls have to run with one wet and smelly shoe.
Dave was able to meet a couple whose blog he’s been following since long before we started our cruising, Mike and Rebecca from Zero to Cruising (zerotocruising.com). We had seen them back in the BVIs at Christmas Cove, but they left before we had a chance to meet them. These two are in such good physical shape, it was almost embarrassing to stand next to them. Here they are starting the hash running (pink and yellow shirts).
Steve from Slow Flight also chose to take the running route. I am shocked and appalled that he could do that after our hike yesterday. Dave took the walking route, but he took a wrong turn or two and ended up joining the running route, which is typically much longer. He met up with Steve and went ahead and ran.
This hash was crazy. It was all up and down and up and down very steep roads and trails. At some point the hashers had to go through thorny bushes and many people came back bleeding from nasty scratches. All I can say is that I am glad I stayed behind on this one. The first runners returning looked near to fainting, all flushed red, sweating profusely, and panting. I didn’t see any first runners go straight for a beer upon returning. They all desperately needed water.
Three ladies were the first ones back, but three guys returned just a few minutes later throwing down accusations that the ladies cheated and took a short cut. The ladies insisted they followed the trail and accused the guys of being sore losers. So the guys asked the ladies if they ran along the beach. Beach? What beach? Uh oh! The accused stood tried and convicted.
They had to drink a whole bucket of beer between them. At first they drank, passing it back and forth, but then it got messy. Maybe it was too much to drink? They ended up splashing it all over themselves and wearing more than they drank.
This is Dave visiting with Zero to Cruising after the hash. Look how sweaty and gross he is! When Steve returned, he didn’t look so good. Dave offered him a beer and he didn’t even want to look at it. I asked him if he was okay, because he looked really overheated. He felt a little sick and needed water. I told him to get some ice for it, so it could help cool him down. So hashing after an extremely strenuous hike? Not a good idea.
Before long he was back to the Steve we all know and love and two fisted drinking with the best of them. Steve and Hakan look happy, but I’m not sure what’s going on with the couple from Blue Blaze… We’ll just say that we walked one block over to the West Indies Beer Company and continued our drinking there. I ordered a cider this time, because I had been drinking wine before during and after the hash. Yep, feeling no pain.