A pack of runners, walkers, drinkers, troublemakers… and family.
We are the Rabat Hash House Harriers — part of the worldwide Hashing phenomenon that started in 1938 and somehow made its way (via flour, beer, and possibly questionable decisions) to Morocco in 1986.
We call ourselves a “drinking club with a running problem,” but really, we’re a lot more than that. We’re diplomats, teachers, locals, travelers, misfits, athletes, artists, and everything in between — united by a shared love of trails, songs, ridiculous names, and not taking life too seriously.
Every Saturday, we meet somewhere new — sometimes in a forest, sometimes in a field, sometimes in the middle of nowhere with no GPS signal — to run, walk, sweat, sing, laugh, and celebrate friendship the Hash way.
What We Believe
- No one gets left behind (unless they really deserve it).
- Everyone is welcome — whether you’re here for the run, the beer, or the banter.
- You don’t have to be fast. You just have to show up.
- The Circle is sacred. (But only slightly more sacred than the beer cooler.)
- The Hash is voluntary chaos — and that’s what makes it brilliant.
We’re not a club with membership fees, uniforms, or rules. We’re a pack. A family. A roaming band of joyful mischief-makers who think the world’s a little better when you’re following flour.
If this sounds like your kind of madness, you’re already one of us.
Just come find the trail.
Some of Our Legendary Hashers
