Hash N+328 "Lago Sul Hash"

Sunday, 7th of December

🍃 Wrap-Up – Ecological Park Don Bosco Hash N+326

Just Trinidade and Sperm Bank were the only two morons—I mean heroes—keen enough to set the trail on Saturday afternoon. And of course, the weather gods said, “Hold my beer,” opened the heavens, and flushed the whole thing away.

So they set it again on Sunday morning… and the sky said, “Cute,” and rained AGAIN.

By 15:00 we had:

• No trail.

• A handful of Hashers.

• And one brave visitor from Romania who apparently flew all the way to Brasília for this. Poor guy.

The pack set off anyway like the optimistic idiots we are, returning an hour later wet, scratched up, and accessorized with ticks.

All in all: a gloriously shitty Hash.

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👻 Upcoming Lago Sul Hash N+328

Calcoholic has “volunteered” (kidnapped? blackmailed?) to set this next trail, and she picked Lago Sul. Knowing her, expect a trail full of surprises, swearing, and strategic beer placement. Bring your best attitude, or at least your worst—both fit right in.

📍 Start

Parking lot of Don Romano Cantina e Pizzaria – SHIS QI 11, Lago Sul

🐍 Trail

Hills, lake views, quadras, parks… basically a guided tour of everywhere you’ll regret going.

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🗺️ The Trail

🏃 Runners: LOL. No.

🚶 Walkers: 5 km of “Instagram stroll—minus the filters, plus the sweat, scratches, and at least one emotional breakdown.”

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🍻 What to Expect (Besides Regret)

🎭 Chalk Talk: Like a TED Talk, but with fewer facts and more confusion.

🍺 Beer Stop: The moment your liver drafts its resignation letter.

🎉 Circle: Public humiliation, off-key chanting, and beer warm enough to qualify as soup.

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🌦 Forecast

Hotter than Lucifer’s bidet with a chance of “oh crap, it’s raining again.”

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🧳 Packing List

• Sunscreen strong enough to fry an egg on.

• One sacrificial sock (don’t ask, don’t break tradition).

• Your liver’s final goodbye note.

• Whatever scraps of dignity you still have—they won’t survive Circle anyway.

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So slap on your shame-proof shoes, hydrate like it’s a sport, and come suffer gloriously with us.

This isn’t a run. It’s group therapy—with beer, heckling, and the occasional accidental nudity.

On On, you magnificent disasters! 🍻🔥💀