Newly christened

After a few weeks hiatus around Christmas break, we are back to Hashing.  Our Hares this week lead us to a new area outside of Alexandria, past the agricultural area and to the marsh lands where they have constructed what looks like fish hatcheries, but we believe to be just waste water?  Basically, they have built up muddy banks into very narrow foot paths to create rectangular ponds similar to crop fields.  It was on these very muddy very narrow paths that we ran on.  Without any vegetation around, it was interesting because we could often see our fellow runners or walkers but finding the right path to get to them was a challenge.  The bigger challenges were the acrobatic acts to get across some of the narrow water cannels, running in mud that sunk up to your ankles, and meeting a donkey, cow or buffalo on these very narrow paths and convincing them that you wanted to simply pass by and not to be kicked into the murky water.

 

But this 6 kilometer run was one of our best Hashes yet.  (Seth and I being the only Americans, we can’t seem to convince our fellow Canadian, British, Scottish, Finish, or Kiwi Hashers to use miles)

During The Circle, Seth and I finally got christened with our Hash Names.  We were brought into the middle of The Circle while our fellow Hashers recalled anecdotal stories, personal characteristics and just plain humorous lies about us to create the fable of the ancestry of our new names.  We then knelt down and were anointed with the cherished water from the hallowed Nile River, arose and drank the sacrificial fluids from the sacred Delta Hash chalice.

 

  

 

In other words, they made up ridiculous stories about us, poured mud on our heads and made us chug a beer.  If you’re wanting to know what our Hash Names are…well, you just have to be a Hasher to be privy to that information (or ask us in person because we're NOT posting that information here).