Launceston, The Dark Side

3 05 2011

What a mighty fine day it was, Saturday the 30th of April. The dark side was truly with us that day. Where to begin. Where oh where. I know, a photo tells a thousand words, or so they say. Well, homework for you then. Send me a thousand words describing this picture. No really, I mean it. Here you go :

Don't Shoot

Yes, I was introduced into the world of “Trooping” with the 501st legion, Launceston. The fantabulous men and lady of CoolShite invited me to partake of their unusual hobbies and how could I possibly say no.

Surprisingly, the outfit was pretty comfortable.

Cheese

I couldn’t sit due to the armour, but that was ok. It was an absolute hoot. Somehow I was the “dirty one”, a sand trooper they claim. At least I’m recognisable this way.

Trooping

As you can see, quite a turn out. I had no idea how popular this hobby is, not to mention the extreme levels of detail they go to in order to be accurate. Nick, right in the middle actually makes all the costumes himself. Unbelievabubble talent.

We even had a mini-leia!

Shoot!

We wanted to ride the train round the park, but were not allowed to as we were unable to sit. Safety safety safety. But we were wearing armour! Surely it must be safe.

The Dark Train
Evil
Pole Dancing

Susie even got in on the action. Well she was mostly a wrangler, but did get to join in 🙂

Sookie, Squeezy and Darth.
Gimme a Kiss

Possibly the most peculiar part of the day was the custard. Not sure why a bunch of teenage girls were drinking custard in the park, but it certainly makes an amusing series of pics!

Custard of the Empire
Custard of the Empire

Of course, after a hard day of evil, you need a nice cold beer, and the best cold beer is, um, Hazards Ale.

After a hard day
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Project33, Long hard night, long hard day.

6 03 2011

What a day. Overnight on the Spirit of Tasmania, not a great night sleep due to the swell and random music. An extremely early 5.10am wakeup call. Cold, Sun, Dawn, McDonalds, Freeway, Roadkill, History, Village etc. All words to describe the drive down from Devonport to Hobart, approx 270km.

We pulled into the small town of Ross, one of the many historic villages dotting the road down from Launceston to Hobart. This one has churches, bakery, a bridge and plenty of beautiful old buildings. If I recall correctly, it was also Tassie’s tidiest town in 2008. Beautiful place and well worth a longer revisit for further exploration.

Onwards with todays pic. Taken from the midpoint of the historic bridge, LXIX miles (69 if my education was worth its money) to Hobart via the old road. The other side of the bridge had a corresponding distance to Launceston.

LXIX Miles to Go

Still, we made it back to Hobart very tired, but intact. And with the added bonus of a car!

Edit : damn that education of mine, updated to the actual 69 miles instead of 119 I had previously mentioned. Thanks Adam for pointing that out.