In May 1977 the “Bali Hash House Harriers” was born and since then people have been running or walking through the muddy rice terraced countryside and jungles near Ubud, Bali. Every Saturday afternoon following a trail designated by small piles of shredded paper, often in remote areas of this beautiful island, 200+ people head out on this crazy short or long trek.
An hour and half later we all return hot, sweaty and muddy to the starting point where there are presentations, singing and lots of beer drinking. Some say they are runners who like to drink and others say they are drinkers who like to run. Being our first “hash” we were called “virgins” and required to chug a beer or the Hash Master would pour it on our head. I managed to avoid both.