Hash N+311 "Ruine Hash"

Sunday, 27th of April

After a delightfully craptastic Hash skirting the lake shores of Lago Paranoá in scenic-ish Lago Norte—and a beer stop at the local bakery, because why not carbo-load mid-jog—Hash #N+311 is rising from the ashes like a confused phoenix at the sparkly new Parque Internacional da Paz. Yes, it’s real. Yes, it’s across from the IATE Clube

This park is basically Disneyland for Hashers—minus the rides, churros, and joy. Endless trail options abound, most of which will leave you questioning both your fitness and your life choices. Thankfully, our hare Opulence has wandered the area like a lost hiker with a vision, and he’s uncovered a trail so glorious it might almost make up for his personality. Bonus: the beer stop is even better. Or at least colder.

🗺️ The Trails:

📍 Start: Parking lot at Parque Internacional da Paz (look for people who smell like regret and trail mix)

🏃‍♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Am I jogging or fleeing from guilt and carbs?”

🚶‍♀️ Walkers: 5 km of “Technically exercise, emotionally brunch.”

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🍻 What to Expect (Besides Shame):

🎭 Chalk Talk: A brief explanation of the madness to come. You’ll understand none of it. That’s the point.

🍺 Beer Stop: Because water is for amateurs. Sip, sweat, and wonder where it all went wrong.

🎉 Circle: Our sacred ritual involving warm beer, ritual humiliation, and songs that would get us banned from polite society.

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🌦 Weather? Brasília Says: “LOL”

Bring everything, expect nothing. You may experience:

✅ Rain.

✅ Sun.

✅ Existential crisis.

✅ A light breeze that somehow ruins your day.

✅ Mud in places that shouldn’t know mud.

✅ And a Hasher yelling “On On” while completely lost.

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So tie your shoes, hydrate-ish, and mentally prepare. You weren’t born ready—but you were born loud, weird, and into chaos.

On On

🧃💀🪩🍺