Hash run

Yesterday I went on a hash run that was an unbelievable experience. For those that don't know what a hash is, usually a person (the "hare") leads the run and places flour for the people behind to follow. Hash runs in Moshi tend to take you through villages and around waterfalls, but yesterday was a bit different. We were hashing through a gorge and the river that runs through it. It was an amazing sight to be hopping over rocks (or falling on them in most cases) in the middle of a pristine river with vines hanging down over the trees and the canyon walls towering 50 feet over us. My legs are pretty beat up right now (nowhere near as bad as Dana's), and the bum of my shorts has been ripped to shreds, but it was maybe the coolest thing I've done in Tanzania. I'm sure the locals thought we were insane wazungu and I need to go find out what kind of drugs to buy to cover shisto (Uncle Bob, any ideas? Albendazole?) but it was so worth it!