Run # 621 (Arundhati Bungalow)

 

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!