Hare's to Exercise

POSH Times: 2 May 09

Post-POSH HASH Gathering

We are starting to feel like locals.  Missing the morning net (VHF 68) can cause tantrums; bargains are missed and social events left unattended.  So, in the interests of furthering our Trini lifestyle, we answered a call to the Port of Spain Hash (POSH).  Fellow cruisers from S Y Paradise gave us a lift to the run site - they have a car!  Manuela & I instantly had a lot in common – she had broken her ankle at a recent hash run and was in plaster up to her knee. 

Cashew Nut Fruit

The Cap’n ran with Sid & the pack – a very fit looking lot I must say, and the GS ambled about with the walkers until the Hares came to rescue them, lost deep in gravel pits.  Their paper trail led us through groves of cashew nuts, past papaya plantations, around coffee and cocoa trees and into a bit of wild sugar cane for good measure.  Fortunately we saw little wildlife, only a few grazing milkers startled by our appearance in their paddock when we took a shortcut. 

Pack in a Pit

Later at the circle, the Grand Mistress saluted us (and many others) as virgins although we were newcomers really, and made the necessary “awards” to the Hares and major offenders.  Cap’n wore his Phuket shirt (which the locals think is hilariously rude!) and GS her Kathmandu one (Africa somewhere perhaps?).  

The local and very small village of Ravine Sable (said raa vin sar blur) tolerated the influx of noisy hashers, music and dancing in the streets.  A nearby roti hut had all the village ladies out rolling dough I'm sure and made a fortune by supplying substantial chicken or veggie “wraps” laced with mango chutney and ubiquitous pepper sauce.

Jungle Trail

With any luck we will be around for the next run.  It’s a great way to see Trinidad countryside first hand, meet people who don’t sail, sink a few local brews (Carib, Stag and black rums) and find out how unfit you really are!!!  ON ON….