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Now with ~100% less "city".
Every Saturday my cousin and I, and on some occasions just me, would take the bus into the city and head over to the Golden Mango. There we'd pay 50 kuai to board a bus with a bunch of other folks and to head out to the countryside for a hash run. These pictures are from those Saturdays.
Hashing is, well, goodclean filthy fun. You have one or two people who act as "hares" and set a trail, in this case through the vast and mountainous countryside of Guangzhou, using various marks of flour to try and hint as to which way they went. The rest of the group follows these marks with calls of "On-On!"(this way), "Checking!"(trail's split/trying to figure out where to go), "Are you?!"(-going the right way?), "Méiyǒu!"(mandarin for "No", as in "not this way") and various other excuses to shout with promise of snacks and booze at the end of the trail. The average trail runs about two hours and a min. of 8k, my last one was 13k, of running/climbing/walking/falling on your arse/moving in general.
On top of the game-like style of hiking/running there's also a type of... culture to it. There's hash names(often raunchy), songs sung(even worse), down-downs(sortof a group toast), and traditions(icing the hares, red dress runs, and so on). Since my cousin and uncle sported the names Habitual Sucker and Filthy Habits, I found myself being called Asia(n) Habits until my last run when I was dubbed Ornamental(they were going to go with Oriental or something worse, but decided it might not go over as well Stateside)
That all aside, onto the pictures!
First, the trails(sorry for the alternating photo sizes throughout, these are a mixture of my pics and of the cameraguy's pics)...
Hunkaspunk explaining those markings I mentioned earlier.
Dot = On the right track, three dots in a row mean on-on
Circle = Check, there are a few different ways to go
Circle w/ a dot = Only women can check the trail :\
Circle w/ a X = back-check, the trail is somewhere between here and the last check
X = you're going the wrong fucking way
R/W = Runners/Walkers split up
Lots of gravesites up on the mountains, tried to be respectful.
Might be hard to tell but this part was a hill that was extremely vertical. Was a pain going up...
...and down.
Woman in the green is Thumbleprints, somehow whenever I ended up separated from the group I ended up with her. A good thing since there was no way they'd leave without her and she did tend to make okay time in getting back. Bad since that also meant watching out for Dong Dong, her dopey heavyset basset hound.
The only good of Dong Dong was that he wore a bell so that when you'd hear it, seconds before he'd barrel past/through you on a very narrow path with a steep ledge to one side and a wall of rock on the other, you'd have a chance to lean toward the safer side.
Then, circle!
The GZH3, like a good number of hashes, is made up of a solid mixture of locals and expats. Kinda keeping with the whole thing being founded by some bored expats, British officers who fashioned it after paper chase, in Malaysia back in 1938.
Two hares having to sit on ice for their stupid manner of trail setting(we ran for an hour before it became evident that our starting point wasn't the actual starting point...).
Fireworks!
Drinking(down-downs are done out ofpresumably clean bedpans. D:)!
And sometimes things that aren't bedpans...
Never wear new shoes on a hash!
Tiger, sponsor of the GZH3 and maker of a pretty shitty beer. Granted I don't like beer to begin with so I might not be the best judge of it.
Packing it in...
(for some the day was too much)
...and heading off to the next part of the night, dinner!
Now, being vegan in Thailand was a breeze. In Cambodia, it was pretty okay too. In China? Especially in the Canton region? Eating out was a pain in the arse a good deal of the time(the only exceptions being the two times we went out for Indian food and eating at the place by the bus stop-yay! for me learning to say 'no meat', pretty easy actually, and them always getting it!).
As soon as we'd get to wherever we were eating that night I'd try to find a seat near the person ordering or at least ask them to order a few things for me. Dining at a local place in China is pretty much a free for all at your table, one person orders then all is shared, so they never really had a problem adding stuff for me since they'd likely eat it too. The problems came when the place in question couldn't comprehend a dish without something that once had a pulse.
Luckily there was only one place at which this was especially bad. At one point a waiter was pulled aside to explain everything that can't be in at least one dish(and say that anything else is fine), she seemed to get it then came back with this huge pot noodle dish. Wary, the guy ordering asked her what it was, she just shrugged and started to walk away. Lol.
Turns out it was an egg noodle boiled in a meaty broth. :\
Any who, I clearly didn't go hungry or anything(and in fact learned how to make a bunch of new dishes from my cousins and attempting to recreate things I'd liked), so back to the pictures.
All eating should be like this. The glass thing in the middle twirls it around so you can get whatever you want without anyone needing to pass it. Though we only went to two places with them, the rest? Long arse tables...
The guy in the red and white, Platterpus, ordered that time and it was a tad annoying since he told the waiters that he was all our's boss and, as a result, they wouldn't let us add anything to be brought out without going through him first. XP
Non-veg stuffs...
Definitely non-veg stuffs(silkworms, I think. I should know this, but my mind's blanking thinking about the good food this place had. Om nom nom.). I'm told they taste of peanut butter?
And, in conclusion, a German diplomat, really, with chopsticks up his nose pretending to be a walrus.
I was probably the youngest person there in my time with them, actually in most the situations I found myself in, but it was still pretty fun.
Next few posts should be up a bit faster, XP
Every Saturday my cousin and I, and on some occasions just me, would take the bus into the city and head over to the Golden Mango. There we'd pay 50 kuai to board a bus with a bunch of other folks and to head out to the countryside for a hash run. These pictures are from those Saturdays.
Hashing is, well, good
On top of the game-like style of hiking/running there's also a type of... culture to it. There's hash names(often raunchy), songs sung(even worse), down-downs(sortof a group toast), and traditions(icing the hares, red dress runs, and so on). Since my cousin and uncle sported the names Habitual Sucker and Filthy Habits, I found myself being called Asia(n) Habits until my last run when I was dubbed Ornamental(they were going to go with Oriental or something worse, but decided it might not go over as well Stateside)
That all aside, onto the pictures!
First, the trails(sorry for the alternating photo sizes throughout, these are a mixture of my pics and of the cameraguy's pics)...
Hunkaspunk explaining those markings I mentioned earlier.
Dot = On the right track, three dots in a row mean on-on
Circle = Check, there are a few different ways to go
Circle w/ a dot = Only women can check the trail :\
Circle w/ a X = back-check, the trail is somewhere between here and the last check
X = you're going the wrong fucking way
R/W = Runners/Walkers split up
Lots of gravesites up on the mountains, tried to be respectful.
Might be hard to tell but this part was a hill that was extremely vertical. Was a pain going up...
...and down.
Woman in the green is Thumbleprints, somehow whenever I ended up separated from the group I ended up with her. A good thing since there was no way they'd leave without her and she did tend to make okay time in getting back. Bad since that also meant watching out for Dong Dong, her dopey heavyset basset hound.
The only good of Dong Dong was that he wore a bell so that when you'd hear it, seconds before he'd barrel past/through you on a very narrow path with a steep ledge to one side and a wall of rock on the other, you'd have a chance to lean toward the safer side.
Then, circle!
The GZH3, like a good number of hashes, is made up of a solid mixture of locals and expats. Kinda keeping with the whole thing being founded by some bored expats, British officers who fashioned it after paper chase, in Malaysia back in 1938.
Two hares having to sit on ice for their stupid manner of trail setting(we ran for an hour before it became evident that our starting point wasn't the actual starting point...).
Fireworks!
Drinking(down-downs are done out of
And sometimes things that aren't bedpans...
Never wear new shoes on a hash!
Tiger, sponsor of the GZH3 and maker of a pretty shitty beer. Granted I don't like beer to begin with so I might not be the best judge of it.
Packing it in...
(for some the day was too much)
...and heading off to the next part of the night, dinner!
Now, being vegan in Thailand was a breeze. In Cambodia, it was pretty okay too. In China? Especially in the Canton region? Eating out was a pain in the arse a good deal of the time(the only exceptions being the two times we went out for Indian food and eating at the place by the bus stop-yay! for me learning to say 'no meat', pretty easy actually, and them always getting it!).
As soon as we'd get to wherever we were eating that night I'd try to find a seat near the person ordering or at least ask them to order a few things for me. Dining at a local place in China is pretty much a free for all at your table, one person orders then all is shared, so they never really had a problem adding stuff for me since they'd likely eat it too. The problems came when the place in question couldn't comprehend a dish without something that once had a pulse.
Luckily there was only one place at which this was especially bad. At one point a waiter was pulled aside to explain everything that can't be in at least one dish(and say that anything else is fine), she seemed to get it then came back with this huge pot noodle dish. Wary, the guy ordering asked her what it was, she just shrugged and started to walk away. Lol.
Turns out it was an egg noodle boiled in a meaty broth. :\
Any who, I clearly didn't go hungry or anything(and in fact learned how to make a bunch of new dishes from my cousins and attempting to recreate things I'd liked), so back to the pictures.
All eating should be like this. The glass thing in the middle twirls it around so you can get whatever you want without anyone needing to pass it. Though we only went to two places with them, the rest? Long arse tables...
The guy in the red and white, Platterpus, ordered that time and it was a tad annoying since he told the waiters that he was all our's boss and, as a result, they wouldn't let us add anything to be brought out without going through him first. XP
Non-veg stuffs...
Definitely non-veg stuffs(silkworms, I think. I should know this, but my mind's blanking thinking about the good food this place had. Om nom nom.). I'm told they taste of peanut butter?
And, in conclusion, a German diplomat, really, with chopsticks up his nose pretending to be a walrus.
I was probably the youngest person there in my time with them, actually in most the situations I found myself in, but it was still pretty fun.
Next few posts should be up a bit faster, XP
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Dong Dong was adorable... when passed out and not getting into everything. Heh.
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