The Best of Both Worlds

I finally made it out to the Hash House Harriers run on Saturday.  I had been meaning to join up with them for a while, but just didn’t get around to it till this week.  The run took place at the camp/recreation center for the Mexican military brass on the far west side of the city, near the opposite end of Chapultepec park.  It was the first time I had been in this area of the city, and boy was I surprised: a deep, green, valley with trees streams all around. 

The party took awhile to get going, but once it did I was able to meet some interesting people, and have a good time.  There were some other hashers of my age, the lack of which at the previous run being the reason it took me so long to make it back, and so just seeing them around put me in a good mood.  The run was pretty short by my usual hash standards– not more than 30 minutes, but afterwards we had a superb dinner of Argentine grilled steaks, and so I wasn’t going to complain.  The circle contained the usual amount of forced drinking, but the repertoire of songs was considerably more lewd than in Nagoya.  I made the mistake of telling someone when I arrived about my new sneakers– doh!– and was forced to down a few shots of beer out of my new left shoe.  All in all the hash atmosphere was there in abundance, and it felt like home to me.