Two weeks ago, on a Sunday, we finally tried something we've been wanting to try for several months: A Hash Run. No, it has nothing to do with the hallucination inducing plant that has usurped the name. From what I can gather, it's called a "hash" run because you are following a trail composed of hashes of paper through the jungle. What is a paper hash? Think "hanging chad".
The group gathered at the meeting spot, farm country in the Bogor area, at 10 AM Sunday morning. Roughly thirty people, mostly kids under ten with their parents, headed off down a dirt trail that eventually disappeared into grassland and jungle. Interspersed throughout were subsistence farmers. Several large houses with no power or water, stood in the middle of the jungle near the farms. There were no roads, so any transportation of crops must be by foot.
On our hike, we encountered interesting plants, some free-ranging cows, several farmers in their field, and even two interesting gentlemen walking through the jungle with AK47 rifles. We gave them a wide berth. We climbed up and down a few hills, crossed a marshland, and, deciding to take the "medium" route instead of the "short" route, even enjoyed a cool walk through the jungle. We never got lost, but twice had to spend time looking for the next pile of hashes.
The 2 km hike required about an hour of our time because we stopped to pose for pictures, pick up walking sticks, and learn about the local flora. The group meets the last Sunday of every month. It will likely become a regular event for us.
The group gathered at the meeting spot, farm country in the Bogor area, at 10 AM Sunday morning. Roughly thirty people, mostly kids under ten with their parents, headed off down a dirt trail that eventually disappeared into grassland and jungle. Interspersed throughout were subsistence farmers. Several large houses with no power or water, stood in the middle of the jungle near the farms. There were no roads, so any transportation of crops must be by foot.
On our hike, we encountered interesting plants, some free-ranging cows, several farmers in their field, and even two interesting gentlemen walking through the jungle with AK47 rifles. We gave them a wide berth. We climbed up and down a few hills, crossed a marshland, and, deciding to take the "medium" route instead of the "short" route, even enjoyed a cool walk through the jungle. We never got lost, but twice had to spend time looking for the next pile of hashes.
The 2 km hike required about an hour of our time because we stopped to pose for pictures, pick up walking sticks, and learn about the local flora. The group meets the last Sunday of every month. It will likely become a regular event for us.
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