Hash N+321 "Farewell Hash"
Sunday, 17th of August
“Farewell,
Flour & Foolishness: Relaxa e Goza’s Last Stand”
Asa
Sul Strikes Again
Apparently, Asa Sul has a monopoly on Hash trails, and Just Richard & Union
Jack Off decided to keep the streak alive. They gifted us a mere 7km of
quadra-hopping before leading us into the city park, where we heroically
circumcised the lake (don’t Google it). Two beer stops later, we staggered back
to the starting point - only to be greeted by latecomers who claimed they had
“more important things” to do. Really? What could possibly outrank a sweaty
beer crawl with questionable people?
All in
all: a shitty trail, shitty company… with the added bonus of some “classic”
faces making a comeback.
Coming
Up: Hash N+321
Your hares will be Relaxa e Goza, Sperm Bank, and I Lost Myself. Relaxa e
Goza—named just two Hashes ago - is already skipping town for another post,
proving that Brasilia is just a pit stop for the commitment-phobic.
The
start? Parking lot in front of Praça dos Cristais, Asa Norte—aka trail heaven
for hares and a mild hell for everyone else. Oh, and while you’re there, wander
over to the music shell opposite the start and whisper something weird. (Bonus
points if you confuse passing tourists.)
This is
Relaxa e Goza’s final Hash in Brasilia, so show up and make it memorable.
Translation: pelt him with flour until he regrets ever joining.
🗺️ The Trail:
📍 Start: Parking lot, Praça dos Cristais,
Military Sector, Asa Norte
🏃♂️ Runners: 7–9 km of “Wait…
this isn’t just a beer club?”
🚶♀️ Walkers: 5 km of “Hot girl
walk meets swamp creature”
🍻 What to Expect (Besides Bad Decisions):
🎭 Chalk Talk – Where marks are explained in a way that almost
makes sense
🍺 Beer Stop – Hydration, but with hops
🎉 Circle – Come for the abuse, stay for the tone-deaf singing and beer
that tastes like nostalgia (and regret)
🌦 Weather Forecast:
• Sun so hot you could grill a steak mid-trail
• At least one Hasher getting overly intimate with a tree - possibly spiritual,
possibly not
🧳 Packing List:
Sunscreen, a sock you’re ready to sacrifice, liquid courage, and the tiny scrap
of dignity you’ve been holding onto. Spoiler: you won’t need it.
So, lace
up those shame-proof shoes, grab your liver by the horns, and come celebrate
the short but glorious Hash career of Relaxa e Goza.
It’s not
just a trail - it’s group therapy… with beer, yelling, and a slight risk of
public indecency.
On
On, you magnificent disasters! 🍻🔥💀
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