Relaxing with beer in hand and talking with fellow hashers at the end of a long and heated run in Casablanca Bay, St. Lucia, Rachael and I unknowing were asked to step aside from the Circle only to find ourselves blindfolded and dressed in foreign objects.
The intense anticipation was made even more so by the soft screams and laughs from Rachael who was somewhere on my right and when something was made to dangle beneath my legs. Soon we were lead into the tyranny of the hash crowd who casted rice on us and hoisted us up onto a table to be displayed to all. The chanting of the wedding theme was loud as we had the Religious advisor from Cairo announce our vows. With rings on our fingers and sealed with a kiss, we were made hash husband and wife.
The night ended perfectly dancing on the beach to the sounds of techno from one fabulous DJ underneath the glowing rays of the Super Moon.
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