Yesterday, I went to Jeonju for what is called a Hash. Apparently this an event that people participate in worldwide, personally I had no idea what it was. So if you are as ignorant on the term as I am here is what my day consisted of. I woke up at about eleven and Marcus, his girlfriend, Erica, Isaac and myself headed to Jeonju for the Hash. Me met with Tori and Greg, had a little BeeBimBop bought some wine and threw it into a backpack and met with some people that are regular 'Hashers'.
I met a British woman named Raveena or Highly Strung(her Hash name) and she gave me an explanation as to why I was thirty miles from home (okay so maybe more like 7000 from but 30 from my apartment) on a cold windy day. She explained that she and her husband led the Hash group for Jeonju and they were a group that went on treks through hills, neighborhoods, random buildings through the town. In a nutshell a Hash is an organized jogging session with many urban obstacles and you must keep a look out for Hashes or chalked arrows through out the town. If you go down the wrong path then the fun of the Hash is finding the path again. This trek we took was probably four miles, half of which was uphill on a mountain. Most Hashers run this trail but for myself and my friends we walked, enjoyed the views and some cheap Bordeaux from the local Mini-Mart. But why a run/walk? Why do these people insist on meeting no matter what the elements provide? Warren, a South Africa, had one explanation I found very positive. He said it was a way for foreigners to come together and bond. It is way to for us to say no matter how few of us there are in this country, we will seek each other out and have our fun and in great numbers no less. This particular Hash had at least twenty people from Iksan, Jeonju, and Seoul.
Once you reach the end, the walkers finally reconvene with thr runners and have a picnic. The picnic consisted of potstickers, beer, and sodas. After some good grub is consumed they all gather in a circle and sing short chants or songs about various things, one of which being Hash virgins. Myself and all my friends were new to the Hash and we had to stand in front of the group, introduce ourselves. In all honesty it was entertaining for the first thirty minutes but the songs dragged on for at least an hour and a half AHHHHHHHH!
Later in the evening they all meet again and have some drinks and dinner together to top off the day with a large amount of alchohol and hugs. Will I do it again? Eh, maybe, but I'm certainly glad that I went. The End....
I'll have more soon, I'm getting strange feelings and I'm not sure but something is wrong with me right now, so as soon as I figure out this funk I'm in I'll explain it.
I met a British woman named Raveena or Highly Strung(her Hash name) and she gave me an explanation as to why I was thirty miles from home (okay so maybe more like 7000 from but 30 from my apartment) on a cold windy day. She explained that she and her husband led the Hash group for Jeonju and they were a group that went on treks through hills, neighborhoods, random buildings through the town. In a nutshell a Hash is an organized jogging session with many urban obstacles and you must keep a look out for Hashes or chalked arrows through out the town. If you go down the wrong path then the fun of the Hash is finding the path again. This trek we took was probably four miles, half of which was uphill on a mountain. Most Hashers run this trail but for myself and my friends we walked, enjoyed the views and some cheap Bordeaux from the local Mini-Mart. But why a run/walk? Why do these people insist on meeting no matter what the elements provide? Warren, a South Africa, had one explanation I found very positive. He said it was a way for foreigners to come together and bond. It is way to for us to say no matter how few of us there are in this country, we will seek each other out and have our fun and in great numbers no less. This particular Hash had at least twenty people from Iksan, Jeonju, and Seoul.
Once you reach the end, the walkers finally reconvene with thr runners and have a picnic. The picnic consisted of potstickers, beer, and sodas. After some good grub is consumed they all gather in a circle and sing short chants or songs about various things, one of which being Hash virgins. Myself and all my friends were new to the Hash and we had to stand in front of the group, introduce ourselves. In all honesty it was entertaining for the first thirty minutes but the songs dragged on for at least an hour and a half AHHHHHHHH!
Later in the evening they all meet again and have some drinks and dinner together to top off the day with a large amount of alchohol and hugs. Will I do it again? Eh, maybe, but I'm certainly glad that I went. The End....
I'll have more soon, I'm getting strange feelings and I'm not sure but something is wrong with me right now, so as soon as I figure out this funk I'm in I'll explain it.
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