How to really explore an island!

Even though, over the past three months, Rebecca and I have found opportunities to run, both here in Grenada, and in Martinique, we have not had the pleasure of joining in with one of the hashes that we love in far too long. Frequently, it seems, when we have guests on board with us, their flights to and from the island prohibit their ability to join in the sweaty, and often muddy, fun. Fortunately, this time though, our new friends Brian and Helen were not only going to be here for a hash, but were keen to participate with us.

For those new to the blog who have not encountered any of my posts where I describe hashing, it is essentially a hares and hounds game where participants follow a trail set by some member of the hash group. While hashing can be found all over the world, it is extremely popular in Grenada, with events taking place every single Saturday, each attended by a minimum of 100 men, women and children (and dogs).

Hashers describe themselves as ‘drinkers with a running problem.’

While most times we expect that the hash trail will take us approximately an hour or so to complete, last night’s run was exceptionally long, requiring more than double that amount of time to finish. To say that it was a shock to my out-of-practice hashing legs is an understatement. It is worth noting that there is hardly any flat ground in Grenada, and yesterday’s trail had us running (walking, crawling!) up more hills than I care to remember.

No longer hash virgins!

At the end of the night, everyone seemed happy. This morning though, when I go to walk, my legs are a bit less so. I guess it’s a good thing that our major plans for today simply involve dinghying around to the regularly-scheduled Sunday party at Roger’s Barefoot Beach Bar. I think I should be up for at least that amount of activity while my muscles recover.