Monday, July 28, 2025

                                Hash N+320 "Leo Zodiac Hash"

Sunday, 3rd of August

Hash N+319 – The naming of Just Johnny

Hash N+319 took place deep in the steamy jungles of Asa Sul—okay fine, the civilized end of it—right in Just Johnny’s soon-to-be-former stomping ground. Why? Because our dear Hasher is jetting off to Washington, DC for a year-long Arabic bootcamp so he can yell “Where’s the beer?” in the Middle East with proper pronunciation.

Naturally, he wanted to show off where he's been pretending to live for the last two years (let's be honest, most of us thought he was imaginary). Sadly, the turnout was lighter than a Hash Cash’s wallet after a beer stop—blame the school holidays, not your charisma, Just Johnny.

At exactly 15:15 (yes, the trail started on Brazilian time—miracles do happen), the brave, slightly hungover pack hit the trail. And what a trail it was! We’ve never had so many Hashflashes—Johnny’s clearly angling for a photo album to impress his future Arabic classmates.

After the sacred beer stop (hydration is important, especially when it’s 5% ABV), we formed the Circle and made history. Just Johnny is no more! From this day forward, he shall be known across Hashdom as… Relaxa e Goza. (Go ahead, Google it. We’ll wait. No really—Google it.)


Up Next: Hash N+320 – The Ambiguously Marked Adventure

We’re staying in Asa Sul, because apparently it’s the new Sodom and Gomorrah of hashing. This time, Just Richard and Union Jackoff are teaming up to lay the trail. These two promise a thrilling mix of cryptic signs, unnecessary detours, and psychological warfare via flour blobs.

🗺️ The Trail:
📍 Start: SQS 305, bloco to be revealed like a reality show twist
🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Wait, this isn’t just a beer club?”
🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of “Hot girl walk meets sweaty regret”


🍻 What to Expect (Besides Questionable Life Choices):
🎭 Chalk Talk: Where we pretend the marks make sense
🍺 Beer Stop: Hydration, but with hops
🎉 Circle: Come for the insults, stay for the off-key singing and flat beer


🌦 Weather Forecast:
• Sun that could grill a steak mid-trail
• Mud in places that will haunt your dreams
• One Hasher making out with a tree (spiritual or otherwise)
• A trail so twisted even Google Maps swipes left
• Existential crises included free of charge


🧳 Packing List:
Sunscreen, a sock sacrifice, liquid courage, and whatever dignity you have left. Spoiler: you won’t need it.


So lace up those shame-proof shoes, grab your liver by the horns, and come celebrate the newly named Relaxa e Goza.

It’s not just a trail—it’s therapy with beer and yelling.

On On, you beautiful weirdos! 🍻🪩🔥💀


Monday, July 14, 2025

                                     Hash N+319 "Naming Hash"

Sunday, 20th of July










Just Johnny’s Final F*ck-Up: The Trail, The Myth, The Naming Ceremony

Hash N+318: Confusion, Virgins, and Franco-Fun in Sudoeste

A small but mighty group of about 10 brave souls staggered into Hash N+318, ready to get sweaty in Sudoeste. Among them were some returners (who clearly hadn’t learned their lesson the first time) and two virgins, including one from France - yes, finally we have baguette representation again! Liberté, égalité, inebriété.

Just Johnny, desperately trying to earn a Hash name before Uncle Sam drags him back to the States, teamed up with I Lost Myself and Sperm Bank to lay a trail that was—how do we put this politely? - magnificent-ish. Equal parts scenic, confusing, and “are we lost or just drunk?”, it was the perfect intro to the labyrinth that is Sudoeste.


Coming Up Next: 
Hash N+319 – The Naming of Just Johnny
Yes, it’s happening. Just Johnny will hare again, and this time we’re officially naming the poor sod. Nobody knows why he’s so eager to earn a name—maybe he thinks it'll help with airport security - but he will be christened in true Hash fashion.

The start and end point is Praça da Persistência, Asa Sul, conveniently located in Just Johnny’s neighborhood, which means one thing: the trail will almost certainly be absolute crap. But hey, you don’t come for the quality—you come for the chaos.


🗺️ The Trail
📍 Start: Praça da Persistência, Asa Sul
🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Cardio? I thought this was a drinking club.”
🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of "Hot girl walk meets heatstroke."


🍻 What to Expect (Besides Questionable Life Choices):
🎭 Chalk Talk: Learn the symbols, break the rules, and find out how we still haven’t been banned from public parks.
🍺 Beer Stop: Because electrolytes are just beer molecules in disguise.
🎉 Circle: Our sacred gathering of peer pressure, off-tune chants, creative insults, and warm-ish beer.


🌦 Weather Forecast:
• Sun so strong, even your shadow gets a sunburn
• Mud in places you'll never emotionally recover from
• At least one Hasher kissing a tree (consensually or not)
• Trail so disorienting, even Google Maps rage-quits
• Includes a free mid-run existential meltdown

🧳 Packing List:
Sunscreen, change of socks, bad decisions, and your lowest standards.
Leave your pride at home—it’ll only slow you down.


So, grab your running shoes, your drinking liver, and your weirdest self.
Let’s give Just Johnny the name he deserves (or regrets).
It’s not just a trail—it’s the bad decision you didn’t know you were missing.

On On, you glorious degenerates! 🧃💀🪩🍻



Tuesday, July 1, 2025

                Hash N+318 "Independence Day Hash"

Sunday, 6th of July









Hash N+318: Just Johnny’s Desperate Dash for a Hash Name (or “How to Bribe the Hash Gods With Sweat and Regret”)

 

After barely surviving Hash N+317 in the wilds of Asa Norte, we now stumble heroically into Sudoeste—a neighborhood so under-hashed it still thinks “trail” means a salad dressing.

📣 Leading the charge is Just Johnny, freshly back from “work trips” (read: tax-deductible holidays) to Peru and Colombia. He’s on a mission:

🏃‍♂️ Hare a few trails
🙏 Impress the Hash elders
🏅 Finally get a Hash name before he flees Brasília forever in August.

He thinks it’s simple.

He is wrong.


🗺️ The Trail
📍 Start: Parque Bosque do Sudoeste (aka “That park near the other confusing roundabouts”)
🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of "Is this exercise or a cry for help?"
🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of "Cardio + gossip = therapy without the co-pay"


🍻 What to Expect (Besides Regret and Mild Dehydration):
🎭 Chalk Talk: A quick crash course in markings, rules, and why no one has called the police on us yet.
🍺 Beer Stop: Because you’re not sweating, you’re releasing toxins with hops.
🎉 Circle: Our weekly group therapy session disguised as ritualized bullying, off-key singing, and cold beer.


🌦 Weather Forecast:
• SPF 1000 still won’t save you
• Mud in places not covered by medical textbooks
• At least one Hasher attempting tree-humping
• A trail so confusing even Waze files a restraining order
• Mid-trail existential crisis (standard package)

Packing List: Sunscreen, poncho, dry socks, and whatever dignity you have left. Leave the common sense at home—trust us, you won’t need it.


So lace up, chug down, and embrace your fate.
It’s not just a trail—it’s a lifestyle choice you’ll keep regretting in the best possible way.

You weren’t born for this, but neither was Just Johnny—and that’s why it’s perfect.

On On, you magnificent weirdos! 🧃💀🪩🍻



Tuesday, June 17, 2025

                             Hash N+317 "Festa Junina Hash"

Sunday, 22nd of June










From Waterfalls to Parking Lots: The Glorious Return to Brasília Hashing – Hash N+317 

After the legendary BH3 Weekend Away Hash 2025 in Alto Paraíso — featuring Hash N+314 (the fabulously ridiculous Friday night Red Dress Run), Hash N+315 (the sweaty Saturday slog to a waterfall that may or may not have been worth it, followed by an epic party we’re still piecing together), and Hash N+316 (Sunday’s Hangover Hash, aka the Zombie Shuffle) — it’s time to return to that cruel mistress called reality.

Yes, we’re back to hashing in and around our beloved concrete oven, Brasília. Not that we’re complaining (okay, maybe a little), but let’s be honest: it’s no Chapada with magical waterfalls, space mushrooms, and suspiciously friendly strangers. Still, we love this gloriously dysfunctional city.

And guess what? Just Laura and Opulence have bravely volunteered to hare Hash N+317! The run will start from the parking lot opposite Bosque Park – Complexo Gastronômico e Cultural. Translation: come early, feed your hangry inner beast, and maybe even use a proper toilet before the trail turns your legs into regret spaghetti.

🗺️ The Trail:

📍 Start: Parking lot opposite Bosque Park, SQN 316 in Asa Norte
🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Am I training or just trying to escape my life choices?”
🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of “This counts as cardio if we gossip fast enough.”


🍻 What to Expect (Besides Regret):

🎭 Chalk Talk: A quick tutorial on trail markings, traditions, and why we do this to ourselves. (Spoiler: no one knows.)
🍺 Beer Stop: Because Gatorade is for amateurs and beer is nature’s electrolyte.
🎉 Circle: The sacred ceremony of shaming, shouting, and singing songs that would get us fired from any real job.


🌦 Weather Forecast?
Prepare for:

• Sun so hot your SPF gets scared
• Mud in places you didn’t know had crevices
• A drunk Hasher trying to climb a tree (again)
• A trail so twisty even Google Maps goes, “nah, bro”
• Sudden existential dread (it’s tradition)

Bring sunscreen, a poncho, spare socks, and a therapist’s number—just in case.


So dust off your sneakers, hydrate like you mean it (with beer), and emotionally steel yourself for an afternoon of chaos, carbs, and questionable decisions.

You weren’t born ready, but you were born weird—and that’s more important.

On On! 🧃💀🪩🍺



Monday, May 26, 2025

Brasilia Hash House Harriers

Weekend Away Hash 2025

6th to 8th of June

🎉 Only a Few Days to Go! 🎉

The countdown is on for our BH3 Weekend Away Hash, and we’re stoked to announce that 28 Hashers are officially in! Even better—every kennel in Brazil will be represented, with wankers flying in from Rio de Janeiro, São Paulo, and Porto Alegre.

Massive thanks to all you beautiful degenerates for joining us—we’re certain you’re in for an epically shitty time!




Sunday, May 18, 2025

                                       Hash N+313 "Bush Hash"

Sunday, 25th of May

Hash N+313 – A Beautiful Disaster 

What a trail. What a gloriously shitty, thorns-up-your-butt kind of trail. Just Laura’s very first solo haring, and wow—what a debut! We tried really hard to find a flaw in it. We squinted. We second-guessed. We blamed the flour. But nope—turns out, the only thing shitty about it... was everything, and we loved it. 

Let’s break it down:

·         The trail? Shitty.

·         The waterfall? Extra shitty.

·         The high grass and bushes? So shitty, it was practically a botanical war crime.·          

There was only one complaint from one brave (or foolish) Hasher: apparently, there was another trail out of the waterfall that we could have taken. But did we? Of course not. We’re Hashers. We retraced our steps like confused goats until we stumbled onto the new one. As for the complainer—well, it wasn’t his trail, and we all know the Hash rulebook is mostly fictional anyway. 

The pack was small but mighty at 15:00. Just Dileep made a dramatic entrance just as we were heading out—timing so perfect it was almost suspicious. The trail started innocently along a road, luring us into a false sense of security, before yeeting us into a bushy dirt path straight out of a survival show. A brief uphill grunt, then into a waterfall park that was… there. It existed. That’s about all we can say. 

After a quick hydration/photo/breath-catching stop, we backtracked (again, because navigation is optional) and plowed through grass tall enough to hide a small car, then over some barbed wire because trespassing is just another word for freedom. 

Soon we hit the beer stop—a magical place known to locals as “a supermarket.” Cold beer was chugged, dignity was lost, and then we headed back to the start. 

The circle was short and sweet—like a cheap romance. Some returning Hashers graced us with their presence, bringing along a seasoned UK Hasher who last ran in 2004 in Asia. That’s right, 2004. He regaled us with tales of the Hash back when GPS meant “Going Purely on Stupidity.” Much laughter was had, most of it at each other. 

And now, brace yourselves: the next Hash is the legendary BH3 Weekend Away in Alto Paraíso—a majestic, mystical place where the trails are tougher, the beers are colder, and the complaints are louder. It’s going to be one gloriously shitty blast. 

See you there. On-On!











Ah, Mother’s Day—that sacred Sunday when good Hashers should be at home brushing their mums’ hair, faking sobriety, and desperately Googling “last-minute gift ideas that don’t scream regret.” But plot twist! Instead of staying home like decent people, 16 fearless weirdos crawled out of their hangovers and showed up to the last Hash, ready to run, drink, and mildly terrify innocent bystanders.

And now, we bring you:
The Next Hash, hared by dynamic duo Just Laura and Just Nina, a wholesome mother-daughter team who’ve bonded over their mutual desire to ruin your afternoon.

They’ve promised a truly garbage trail, complete with hills, dirt paths, and a waterfall no one asked for. Pack your enthusiasm (or don’t), and whatever you do, leave your fancy shoes at home unless you enjoy crying over suede.


🗺️ The Trail:

📍 Start: Parking lot at Borracharia do Erisvan, SHIN CA3, Lago Norte (yes, a tire shop—don’t question it)
🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Am I training or just trying to escape my life choices?”
🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of “This counts as cardio if we gossip fast enough.”


🍻 What to Expect (Besides Regret):

🎭 Chalk Talk: A quick tutorial on trail markings, traditions, and why we do this to ourselves. (Spoiler: no one knows.)
🍺 Beer Stop: Because Gatorade is for amateurs and beer is nature’s electrolyte.
🎉 Circle: The sacred ceremony of shaming, shouting, and singing songs that would get us fired from any real job.


🌦 Weather Forecast? Brasília says: “Challenge accepted.”
Prepare for:

• Sun so hot your SPF gets scared
• Rain that feels like a personal attack
• Mud in places you didn’t know had crevices
• A drunk Hasher trying to climb a tree (again)
• A trail so twisty even Google Maps goes, “nah, bro”
• Sudden existential dread (it’s tradition)

Bring sunscreen, a poncho, spare socks, and a therapist’s number—just in case.


So dust off your sneakers, hydrate like you mean it (with beer), and emotionally steel yourself for an afternoon of chaos, carbs, and questionable decisions.

You weren’t born ready, but you were born weird—and that’s more important.

On On! 🧃💀🪩🍺



Monday, May 5, 2025

                      Hash N+312 "Mother's Day Hash"

Sunday, 11th of May










Brace yourselves: Hash N+312 is lumbering toward us next Sunday like a hungover sloth on rollerblades—and surprise! It just so happens to crash headfirst into Mother’s Day here in Brasília.

So here’s the plan, mums: you’ll be pampered in the morning with breakfast in bed (cold toast and lukewarm coffee courtesy of your loving offspring), smothered in chocolates, cakes, and maybe even a cheeky mimosa or three. Then, just when you're reaching peak sugar bloat, it's time to Hash it all off at 15:00.

Yes, Opulence is haring again. And yes, he’s promising a trail so delightfully terrible, so gloriously half-assed, it’ll make you question your life choices and burn off approximately 2.4 cake slices. Maybe even 3 if you cry on the uphill parts.

Oh, and rumor has it there may even be bubbly waiting at the end. Because nothing says “Happy Mother’s Day” like sweating out regret and finishing it off with some bubblies.


🗺️ The Trail:

📍 Start: Parking lot at Centro Educacional Leonardo da Vinci – Asa Norte
🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Am I exercising or just running away from responsibility?”
🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of “Still technically exercise, mostly emotionally brunch.”


🍻 What to Expect (Besides Poor Decisions):

🎭 Chalk Talk: A brief explanation of trail markings, traditions, and why we do this to ourselves. Spoiler: it won’t help.
🍺 Beer Stop: Because electrolytes are a scam and hops are hydration.
🎉 Circle: Where we bond through public embarrassment, drink warm beer, and sing songs that make HR departments weep.


🌦 Weather? Brasília says: “Hold my caipirinha.”

Bring sunscreen, a raincoat, a flotation device, and emotional support.
You may encounter:

·         Rain.

·         Blinding sun.

·         That one weird Hasher who’s already drunk.

·         Mud in your socks and your soul.

·         A trail so confusing, even the GPS gives up.

·         Existential dread (optional, but encouraged).


So put on your sneakers, pretend to hydrate, and emotionally prepare for an afternoon of chaos, carbs, and questionable decisions.

You weren’t born ready, but you were born weird—and that’s what counts.

On On!

🧃💀🪩🍺