Bakarapet - Part 2

Yo...I just can't get enough of this place...here you go !!

Drinking started Thursday night and I partied till midnight and bullshitted around till three in the morning. Drinking again started on Friday afternoon. I did a ten k run when I saw two hashers taking off for a run and then resumed drinking till Saturday early morning. I had to wake up early to go pick up some folks and after a few errands slept in for two hours, got a ten km uphill run and then started drinking again. Did a few more pints of beer and did another 8 kilometer run. Had a shower, cleaned up and started drinking which did not stop until 4:00 am. Set my alarm for 8:30 am and picked up two beers that were next to me and drank both of them before I got out socializing. People kept feeding me more pints and some kick ass food…so did food and pints and pints and food for a few more hours. Played a few games, had some good conversation over more pints, danced a little bit and headed back home with five more pints.

The consequences:

A good shouting/ moral lecture from mom which was adorable.

Absolutely no hangover.

A lot of love

A huge mail box with emails that I did not check for three days ( I like that !!!)

Messages from fellow hashers asking me if I was okay.

Sore calf muscles because of drunken running. Apparently it is better than drunken sex ( During drunken sex you think you had amazing sex but in reality you sucked. Drunken running you struggle to finish the distance and you smell of beer and a ten km feels like a 30 km. I need a different post on comparing both these fabulous acts another time. )

Bakarapet 2006

Lesson learnt in Bakarapet: When the hashers say you are drunk, you are really drunk

Running and beer happen to be both reward and punishment. You drink beer and punish yourself by giving yourself a hard run. You then give yourself some beer as a reward for the hard run which creates a beautiful circle made of beer and running. And this time, the circle was made of some good royal challenge beer and running in the mountains. The place is just out of the world. Running the route was a great pleasure and I got to train on some good hilly terrain.

Even after eight hours after the trip, I was hallucinating about sipping beer and having a pint in my hand. However, all I can see now is a bottle of water in front of me which tastes very good now. I have never seen cooks more passionate than the men at Bakarapet. These guys choose every ingredient with a lot of care and the food was very well prepared.

Bakarapet is definitely a trip that I can write home about and I will surely have some good stories to tell my kids.