For this year’s Carnaval Hash, our host Pink Panter recruited Just the Tip to lay the trail. Although it threatened rain, it was a surprisingly mild day for early March.
We had a good turnout with several people dressed up for trail.
After thoroughly searching and only finding a dead bunny, we came to the disappointing conclusion that the bag hidden for our beer break had been stolen.
Luckily there was a second drink stop with beer and a local liqueur—this time on board a B&B barge that two hashers had rented for the weekend.
We had a fun circle inside....
...followed by an incredible homemade multi-course Chinese meal made by No More Meat and Just the Tip. Although they had pre-cooked many of the dishes, I was still impressed that they managed to heat up and serve such an intricate meal from Pink’s tiny kitchen.
That night a bunch of us walked into the center of town to party. Missing Link van Gogh was by far the best costume; he was stopped regularly for photo requests.
Jimmy and I wore matching bunny onesies, but failed to get a photo together. Instead, here I am with Jesus Hickey Christ.
When we were in the middle of the intense crowds, it felt like it went on forever. It was very strange when we came through the other side to realize that it was actually a fairly small space overflowing with too many people.
The next morning, Jimmy laid a short hangover trail for the few of us who camped out on Pink’s floor complete with a beer stop. At one point he talked this group into stopping us to ask for a photo while he snuck behind the photographer without us even noticing.
During Carnaval, residents of Tilburg are called
kruikezeikers, which translates to jar pissers. Rumor has it that between the 17th and 19th centuries, textile factory workers would collect their urine in jars at night. They would be paid for their liquids, which would be used to clean the wool with the natural ammonia of pee.
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