Bombay Hash House Harriers – Run No. 621
Arundhati Bungalow, Sanjay Gandhi National Park
If you weren’t there, you missed a Sunday morning that smelled less like fresh forest air and more like sweaty hashers and questionable beer breath. Run No. 621 kicked off from the charming Arundhati Bungalow, located just a “I can smell your fart” distance from the infamous Sanjay Gandhi National Park—and trust me, some hashers took that measurement literally.
🦌 The Trail: Wildlife Meets Wild Hashers
A 7+ km trail wound through the park, where spotted deer looked at us like, “Really? You call that running?”
Monkeys swung overhead, probably judging our beer bellies and wondering why humans wear shoes they later drink from.
The park itself has leveled up since vehicles were banned—no honking, no exhaust fumes, just the occasional hasher honking into the bushes.
🍺 Post-Trail Shenanigans: Beer, Ice, and Bad Decisions
The Circle was where the real cardio happened—lifting beers and dodging insults:
Cunt Cheryl and Dickless Alistair were praised for setting a trail so good even the monkeys clapped.
Jack-of was iced for hosting us at his lovely bungalow, which now smells faintly of sweat, beer, and regret.
Premature Ejaculation and FUBAR christened their new shoes the traditional way—by drinking beer out of them. First the wrong shoe, then the left shoe. Somewhere, Nike is crying.
Visiting hashers Dr. Kanchan (Pune Hash) and Airy Weiner, also known as Banana Split, were next on the ice, proving that humiliation is the universal language of hashing.
The grand finale? Burger King burgers, because nothing says “athlete” like chasing deer for 7 km and then inhaling a Whopper.
🎄 What’s Next?
Mark your calendars: 21st December, somewhere in Bandra. Christmas in Bandra is basically Santa swapping his sleigh for a rickshaw and handing out beers instead of gifts. A must-attend.
Yipika Yay On On!
