Interhash

I participated in my very first (Inter)hash 'run' yesterday.  People from all walks of life and from 60 different countries are participating.  First impression: "Organised chaos". Nobody seemed to know what was going on.   In our quest to find the right bus, I stepped off the road and into an open drain obscured by grass. Best to stay off lawns here in Kuching.  You never know what may be - or not be - underneath.

All the runs were set somewhere outside Kuching.  I chose to do a short 4.7 km 'run'.  I am a novice, after all.  Our run was set near Kampung (village) Apar.  We followed a track through thick forest across rolling country.  We crossed small creeks over make-shift bamboo bridges and waded through a swamp.  In places we had to get down on all fours to go uphill, or slide on our bottoms down slippery slopes. I uprooted a young tree while trying to get up a steep bank.  I drank half my water supply and poured the remainder over my head.  (It ain't half hot in the forest!)  I finished my 'run'/ walk in good time - drenched and covered in mud.  It felt good.

The social aspect of the Hash reminds me of the student Rag festivals I attended once upon a time in SA.  This time, however, the average age of the participants is around 50+.  Not that age is a limiting factor in this crowd.

Anything can happen, I discovered when making eye contact with a brown eye as our Hash bus overtook another. "Any tits?", enquired an intoxicated Hasher in a seat somewhere opposite mine.

"Individually intelligent, collectively a pack of morons" Harold surmises.

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Some Interhash pics below taken by Harold on one of the runs