Hashing

I accepted an invitation from British ex-pats for an evening 5-mile jog through a desert canyon. They advertised it as the way to a reward: a case of Sakkara (Egyptian beer) at the finish. Sweaty, exhausted and happy, we sang rugby songs and celebrated our scandalous attire. Look ma--no pants! I felt like a super-slut in my running shorts. We then headed to Lucille's for arguably the best burgers in the Middle East--my first bacon-cheeseburger in months, maybe years. Beautiful. To top it off, we then went to the local McDonald's for milkshakes I wouldn't have touched at home. Delicious.