Hashers

There is a million year old "running" club called the Hash, apparently, in most major cities around the world. When we first got to Juba, we asked some friends where Sarah could find some good Kenyan running company. They sent us to these folks. They do a bunch of campy things and then run and the have a beer. Somehow Crystal, world's worst people pleaser ever, jokingly volunteered to host the hash at our ghetto hotel, and they took us up on it.

Here she is, making the trail.


Here is the boy that followed us.


Here is the campy stuff. Our friend Florence got her Hash Name.


Sarah always hated summer camp.