I met a woman called Rachaell on my first night and she in turn introduced me to a mad cockley bloke called Kenny.  Both of them lived in Ubud.  We spent the evening at a bar on the edge of town, as the Friday night quiz was taking place.  The quizmaster was Swiss and the teams were international. The 3 of us formed a team and duly came last, but I need to say that I got nearly all of our correct questions and the other teams had about 10 member each.

Anyway, Kenny is involved with something called the Bali Hash Hound harriers.  Twice a week 50-100 people (about 75% ex-pats) head out into the countryside and follow a paper trail that’s been let but the hounds.  There’s a long trail (12km-15km) and an short trail (5km to 8km) and it goes through countryside that no one would ever normally get to see.  It is in a different part of the Island every time and a change to see some amazing places.  The guys who run the hash pay the local chiefs money to let the hash cross their land.

We turned up and Rachaell wanted to walk the trails, so we did.  I didn’t know what you expect and there is a whole ritual to be adhered to, i.e. different things to shout out when you find the trail, get lost etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the end of the day, there is food and lots of food and beer.  There are also drinking rituals to be gone through, including one for the newcomers that included me and Rachaell.