I've spent the last ten days on an action-packed assignment, while teamed up with a branding agency and video crew from NYC to help update the marketing materials for a major client of mine here in Grenada...
One of my tasks was to tag along with a small selection of students to photograph their daily activities. On Saturday, the student I was assigned to chose to spend her afternoon with her friends, enjoying a Hash through Grenada's countryside.
What's a hash? The easiest explanation comes right from local hashing website:
"Every other Saturday, at precisely 1600 hours, a motley group of assorted runners and walkers assemble at a previously designated rum shop, somewhere in Grenada. After an initial briefing by their leader (known as The Hash Master) they set off in the bush, shouting ON ON. They follow a trail of flour or shredded paper which takes the “pack” through some of the most attractive parts of the island and they return to the rum shop a couple of hours later to consume large quantities of beer and undo all the good that this running and walking has done to them."
When they say bush, they really mean bush - like bamboo and chest-high foliage.
One moment we're hiking along a goat path, the next we're splashing up a mountain stream, then it's a short jaunt down a rural concrete road before following the markers through someone's back yard - and back into the high grass and cocoa trees.
Today's photo comes from near the end of our hash...
A piece of the jungle trail lead to an open field where we could see the sun begin its descent behind the mountains. Even though my legs were scratched, my feet full of mud, my camera moist, and my breath still somewhere down the hillside - I was stopped dead in my tracks by the vista.
Near the village of Dunfermline, St. Andrew's, Grenada.
*Shout out to Tim Woods for today's title. Thanks, man.