Hash N+333 "City Park Hash"

Sunday, 1st of March

Upcoming Hash N+333 – City Park Hash

Well, somehow it’s already March. Time really flies when we’re drinking beer and pretending we’re athletic.

Which means it’s time for Hash N+333 — exactly half of 666, the number of the devil. Coincidence? We think not. Bring your halos… or your horns.

We’ll be starting at Parking Lot 9 in Parque da Cidade Sarah Kubitschek — yes, that parking lot. Traditionally a questionable choice, which usually guarantees a properly questionable trail. Expectations are low, standards are lower.

Your brave (or reckless) hares, Sperm Bank and Opulence, have once again stepped forward to lay trail. What could possibly go wrong?

Parque da Cidade Sarah Kubitschek offers a great variety of trails — from scenic and pleasant to “why are we in this bush?” — so there should be something for everyone.

So come along, embrace the chaos, and help make Hash N+333 one for the history books… or at least one we’ll vaguely remember. On on!

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📍 Start

Parking lot 9 in Parque da Cidade Sarah Kubitschek

🐍 Trail

From this starting point… absolutely anywhere and nowhere at once.

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🗺️ The Trail

🏃 Runners:

LOL. No. Sit down, champion. This is not your day.

🚶 Walkers:

~5 km of scenic suffering — like a relaxing stroll, except it’s hot, confusing, slightly traumatic, and ends in beer.

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🍻 What to Expect (Besides Poor Decisions)

🎭 Chalk Talk – Like a TED Talk, but drunk, badly organized, and mostly lies.

🍺 Beer Stop – The exact moment your liver starts drafting its resignation letter.

🎉 Circle – Public humiliation, off-key chanting, and beer so warm it qualifies as soup.

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🌦 Forecast

Hotter than Lucifer’s bidet, with a strong chance of “oh for f*ck’s sake, rain again.”

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🧳 Packing List

• Sunscreen strong enough to survive nuclear war

• Raincoat / human condom (Brazilian summer edition)

• A sense of humor

• Any remaining dignity (it will die in Circle)

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So lace up your shame-proof shoes, hydrate like it’s your religion, and come suffer gloriously with us.

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

On On, you magnificent disasters! 🍻🐾