Hashing / Sixth Nomadiversary
Another year on the road has flown by - today is my sixth nomadiversary.
I posted some reminiscing here: www.technomadia.com/2012/04/sixth-nomadiversary/
We are right now staying in Cedar Key, FL - an absolutely amazing place. It is one of the few places I've encountered in my years traveling that I could actually imagine buying property. Not to settle down - but as an ideal nomadic port.
A impromptu convergence of other nomads has been happening here - it has been great to hang out with so many folks with similar and yet so different backgrounds.
Today two of the nomads who have been a part of Camp Nomadia at Burning Man in the past decided to run a hash for the rest of us here in Cedar Key.
The Hash House Harriers proudly describe themselves as a "drinking club with a running problem" - and there were plenty of beer and raunchy drinking songs to go around. Today we had a four mile run with pre and post-race beer provided, and two beer stops along the way... It was a blast.
And... The whole experience actually flashed me back to when I was 10'ish years old, and living in Indonesia!
There was actually a HHH group that used to run through the jungles around Duri in Sumatra where my dad was working as an engineer for Caltex... I remember getting to actually lay out the Hash trail (which always includes some tricky false trails) once or twice, and running along several times. And I recall being amused at the way the adults made such a fuss about racing through the jungle to find some beer.
I never would have imagined that I'd find myself hashing nearly 30 years later!
It turns out Hashing was actually started by expatriates in Malaysia, and it had spread around the world in the late 70's and 80's. I had always assumed that it was unique to our jungle camps.
But the "drink it down down down down" song flashed me way way back.
Only on today's hash, I didn't have to dodge any elephant poop!
I posted some reminiscing here: www.technomadia.com/2012/04/sixth-nomadiversary/
We are right now staying in Cedar Key, FL - an absolutely amazing place. It is one of the few places I've encountered in my years traveling that I could actually imagine buying property. Not to settle down - but as an ideal nomadic port.
A impromptu convergence of other nomads has been happening here - it has been great to hang out with so many folks with similar and yet so different backgrounds.
Today two of the nomads who have been a part of Camp Nomadia at Burning Man in the past decided to run a hash for the rest of us here in Cedar Key.
The Hash House Harriers proudly describe themselves as a "drinking club with a running problem" - and there were plenty of beer and raunchy drinking songs to go around. Today we had a four mile run with pre and post-race beer provided, and two beer stops along the way... It was a blast.
And... The whole experience actually flashed me back to when I was 10'ish years old, and living in Indonesia!
There was actually a HHH group that used to run through the jungles around Duri in Sumatra where my dad was working as an engineer for Caltex... I remember getting to actually lay out the Hash trail (which always includes some tricky false trails) once or twice, and running along several times. And I recall being amused at the way the adults made such a fuss about racing through the jungle to find some beer.
I never would have imagined that I'd find myself hashing nearly 30 years later!
It turns out Hashing was actually started by expatriates in Malaysia, and it had spread around the world in the late 70's and 80's. I had always assumed that it was unique to our jungle camps.
But the "drink it down down down down" song flashed me way way back.
Only on today's hash, I didn't have to dodge any elephant poop!