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.”

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🍻 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.

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🌦 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.

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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! 🧃💀🪩🍺