More Hashing in Den Bosch...

I handed Bleeding From Below my phone to take a photo and he obviously thought this was funny.

At least Opee understood the task of capturing our small merry band of runners.

Next we ran over to the Citadel, which partially dates to at least 1642. Ironically, Bleeding From Below belonged to the rowing club adjacent to the dock on the right side for many years, but had never entered the old star-shaped fort. 

Apparently this bridge was fairly new.

I thought it would be an excellent location for a beer stop, but we only stuck around long enough to check out the view.

We passed this interesting building with the message No Gods, No Masters, on the way to the beer break...

…where we met up with the walkers and were presented with Bossche Bitch, a cheap rip-off of limoncello. 

That didn’t stop Opee from trying to follow Anal Intro, the hare, in hanging the empty bottle on his tongue.

As we headed back to the start, I saw my first goslings of the year.

Opee captured one last selfie on the final bridge before the end. We were lucky with the weather and it stayed dry for the circle. Definitely a very fun hash!