Hash @ Mulshi Lake

I went to my first Hash at Mulshi Lake today. It was a combination of a two hour hike with a scavenger race--a bit like "Lost" meets "Survivor." I went with some new American friends and wound up making friends with some nice people from France and Belgium.

Here we are descending down the steps to try and collect our first "token" in the race.

Not the Great Wall, but there was some type of barrier that divided the area along the hike.It was misting a bit today, so there were beautiful clouds touching the mountains.
Finally, we get to the bottom of the valley and see Mulshi Lake. Team Cobra's first objective was to peel and core four apples. We then tied them to these pieces of string, coverd them with Indian mixed fruit jam, and had to eat the entire apple from the string. As you can see below, our new French friends worked on this diligently.
We walk along to our next task.
At the next station half of the group needed to "bob" for chocolates (you know . . . instead of "bobbing" for apples). Once in water, and then once in whole wheat atta (flour). Below is a photo depicting the result of this activity.
Yes, it appears that there is naan all over my face . . . and up my nostrils! Here Beau and I pose with our "wheat" faces.

We walk through the beautiful woods to our next station . . .
Marsha is braver than the rest of us . . . She takes on this activity. She has to walk 100 meters blindfolded on rocky terrain using her husband's voice as her guide.

Team Cobra decides to take a photo in front of a Goods Carrier we see walking to our last station. I'm trying to kneel to get everyone's face in the photo . . . but it winds up looking like I am doing some strange American-esque pose! Oh well!

We finish our last token and walk back up to the pavilion for the potluck. They was a wide array of multinational cuisine. Sandwiches, brownies, tatins, samosas, quiche, potato salad, stollen . . . My apple cake and roasted shrimp pasta salad were a success, because they were no left overs to bring back home.

Filthy (I fell in the mud a few times while hiking up the slippery hills) and tired from all the fresh air, I pose for a photo in front of Mulshi Lake before we head back to the car for our two hour journey back to Kalyani Nagar.