Pretty much our entire trip from Portsmouth has been designed around getting back to Grenada in time for Liz to experience the Saturday Hash. At first I thought it would be a bit rushed, we would end up in Grenada with too much time on our hands and who knows if the Hash would be accessible anyway? But it turns out the weather windows fit perfectly, we arrived in Grenada just as the weather turns a bit sour, had great sun in the islands and missed anything nasty out on the water.

Turns out the Hash is just on the other side of St. George’s so we call Abby and arrange a pickup for 2:45 pm at Secret Harbour. It’s very blustery and overcast in Mt. Hartman Bay, looks like it might rain, hopefully not. Jim says the winter weather has been fabulous, just needs to hold on for a few more hours.

George comes over in the morning and corrects my mistakes on his mooring lines. Nice to see him again, Christy and Liz chat while I clean up the deck a bit.

I ferry the girls over to Secret Harbour and they walk over to Prickly Bay Marina to get some butter and other essentials. Apparently Christy missed the turn while talking so they got a bit lost. I did some work back on the boat.

After they return, we take it pretty easy, just getting ready. We’ve had a long few days and no rush for more adventure until the Hash. Soon enough it’s time to go so we dinghy over to Secret Harbour and right away Abby is there to meet us, six other passengers in the bus going to the Hash today.

It’s a nice ride over to Fontenoy in Grand Mal Bay, the same bay we anchored with the kids for our last night on the charter 3 years ago. We should have come up the highway a bit as there are a few bar/restaurants where we could have gotten something to eat. The Hash begins at one of them. Abby takes us right through town, through the carenage, through the tunnel and through the old city where the market is so an interesting ride for Liz. We’ve never been out this road past the town so interesting for us too, we hadn’t seen the huge stadium there where something is going on – lots of spectators inside though we can’t see what sport. I think it may have been a Track and Field event.

Very little parking at the Hash but thankfully an oceanside sidewalk and concrete wall to sit on and stay cool until it starts. James Pascal is there along with a few other faces I recognize but names I don’t. We sit and stay hydrated until around 3:45 pm when the Hash Master kicks things off. Then we’re off, I’m running, the girls walking. The running trail goes pretty much straight up the steep hill to the top of the ridge, along the ridge and then back down the other side into a valley behind the wall we can see. It’s one of the longer runs I have done, it finally exits onto the highway on the far northern end of Grand Mal Bay, after the power plant. It’s a solid, 1.5-2 km run back along the hot highway to the start.

It’s the first Hash we have done where the walkers return before the runners, often the route they take is the same as the runners so much longer for them to complete, but this time, I guess it’s shorter. Thankfully the rain holds off and since it has been very dry all throughout the region, there is virtually no mud.

I sit red-faced with the girls and have a water before I break down and allow myself a beer. Tastes pretty good. We’re planning to eat and have our dinner here, the girls get something while I wait a bit as I’m not hungry yet. I finally get some pork in tin foil just as the DJ starts playing “I wanna dance with somebody” which is our theme song with Liz, it has been following us from Bar One in Bequia.

I’m just tucking into the pork when the Hash Master announces the Virgin ceremony so we go over to witness and participate in Liz’s introduction to the club. They go through the usual induction process and then we duly soak Liz in beer. She is game and laughs it off, which is great. Can’t seem to link the fb pics and video here, but if you search fb for Fontenoy Hash #1393 you will find them.

I go back to get my pork which has vanished. Maybe a dog but the tin foil and fork are gone too so perhaps a fastidious dog. Oh well.

Soon enough Abby waves us over and it’s time to go. We debate stopping at Prickly Bay for the pizza and band but Liz is a beer-soaked and no one really feels like making the walk home afterwards, except maybe Christy. She leaves the decision up to the Universe – if Abby goes to Prickly first, we will get out, otherwise we get out at Secret Harbour. I’m pretty sure it will be the latter since we were last in, probably first out. Sure enough, we go to SH first and we exit the van, dinghy over to Milu and get cleaned up.