Run # 600 | Rajodi Beach, Butt-ler's pad

 

(L to R)... They're Hashers through and through!

Let's assume that all BH3 runs were approximately 9kms. In that case, the amount we'd have walked so far could have gotten us to the following locations:
1. Europe

2. Shanti Stupa and back (with maybe some kilometers left)

3. Middle East

4. North Africa

5. Somewhere in China

Giving it no second thought though, 60 of the best of the best turned up at Rajodi Beach to celebrate the 41st anniversary of BH3 and also the 600th run! By 10am, hashers had their tummies full of Bhujing (Chicken Powwa) and the yummy ToDdy (courtesy BUtt-ler) or the stabbed can of Royal Challenge beer (stabbed by a hasher and consumed by FUBAR)

Binging on some toddy

Snacks (even the genda phool?)

Then began the distribution of t-shirts, sponsored by Mirai Assets, courtesy, Cumagain. Say what you want, he does cum around when needed and he cums in style.

So, at roughly past 10.30am, way after the scheduled run time, the hares, Wackopedia, Just Ashwin, Butt-ler, and Shivaji flagged off the run and just after 10 steps, we all halted for a photograph (the one you see above). 

The 8 km beauty of a run took the bunch, directly onto the beach for the first quarter of the run. And the walk on the beach was fantastic. We passed a bunch of surfing enthusiasts getting trained in the art. On the shore, just across the street, off the beach, was the surfing school and a cafe. The cafe immediately caught our attention. It is a lovely hangout spot to grab a coffee and watch the beach and the surfers AND, on a lucky day, you could also witness the last rites of a human being as there is a crematorium between the beach and the cafe. Yes, a crematorium right off the road (a single crematorium). After contemplating the darkness of that humor, you move along further down the beach where you'll see cars parked right on the beach and people sipping on cold beers. Why not a full moon party here, I wonder!

The serene beach walk!

Coconut Grove

After a while, the hashers were diverted off the beach where you could choose the long train and go through the Arnala village or you could choose the short trail and eventually end up in a very picturesque view of the fields; lined up with coconut trees and farming fields. The bonus was the open-air OYO set up at spots where couples were just shy of conceiving a baby. 

Walking thru the fields!

Back at the venue, things had already started getting buzzier. Buttler had arranged for some snacks and they were getting gobbled up tastefully by the lot. Conversations started getting louder and the empty beer cans started filling up the disposal bins. Typical Bollywood 90's bar songs also filled the air with a peppy mood and one couldn't ignore the sultry moves that did the rounds around. Wreckless and Gimme More took over the duties of bartenders for the afternoon. The hashers were even delighted as the first 3 beers were made complimentary for everyone. 

Pusher, who had come all the way from Hyderabad Hash along with Obelix and In Between Thais, took over the responsibilities of the RA for the day. 

L to R - Baby Dick, Fartashaty, Shivaji and Shining

Pusher expressing via the tee.

On the ice first were, Shining, and Shivaji, and Fartashaty and Baby Dick, and Bonsai; the stalwarts of Bombay Hash, the pillars who have kept the madness alive. Pusher showered them with goodies from HHH. 

While all this was happening, Cunt Ashwin had slid his arm around Just Simonah, whom he kept referring to, throughout the day as his 'Plus 1'. Pusher did not wait a second to catch them in the action and put them on the ice. While Cunt Ashwin got his balls cooling on the ice, Just Simonah was subjected to some very detailed questioning. 

Cumagain and Buttler imprinted on the ice and were cheered for bringing us the lovely t-shirts (courtesy  Mirai Assets)

Sponsors (for the tee and the venue); Cumagain and Buttler

and providing us this fantastic beach-facing venue respectively. 

Up next on the ice was Wackopediat, Cunt Sandeep and Cunt Nikita. I have no clue why they were on the ice but they were and they happily drank the yellow nectar from the unsanitized piss-pots. 

The circle was concluded with the Hash Anthem and followed by a delicious buffet lunch. 

Piping hot Gulab Jamun!

A simple affair of roti, sabzi, dal, chawal, papad and the 'too good to not have' Gulab Jamun. There was chicken? for the meat eaters too. 

The celebrations went on for a while after lunch as some stayed back to wind up while others slowly thinned away into the evening. 

On On!