Hash

     Below are some pics of the hash I went on yesterday (6 JAN 11).  Apparently, 'hashing' began in the 1920's with a bunch of Brits in Singapore who were avid runners bent on seeking and blazing new trails in the surrounding countryside as a way of physical fitness and social enjoyment.  At some point, possible on the very first hash, alcohol was introduced to this ritual.  Well, with that sort of foundation, it's little wonder that this 'social sport' has grown internationally.  One only has to Google in order to find their local hash club.  I'm told that most hash clubs are a rowdy group of drinkers with a running problem  (this is suggested as the international mantra as well).  But, lucky for me, in a land where alcohol is forbidden, ours is a group that soberly takes to the terrain as only those seeking great views and good company.  I was happy to find both in my first opportunity.

     Not really sure where we ended up in the desert.  I only know it to be about 45 minutes NW of Riyadh.   

 Thought this was a cool pic of a single tree amidst an arid landscape.

 There were three options during the hash to fit the fitness level or intention of all comers: the run, the long walk and the short walk.  Since it was my first, I went with the long walk which was led by a retired British army sergeant major in his 60's who was hell-bent on showcasing his elite condition to the chagrin of many.

 If you look down the ridge line, you'll get a feel for how strung out our group was only about 15 minutes into an hour long stroll.

Making our way back to the parking area seen in the distance.