How we went to the middle ages and met Jack Sparrow instead

We went to Kaltenberg again today, nazgulwears and I. Shortly before we left, when it was raining really hard and many people took shelter under the bath-house tavern's roof (where we were sitting anyway), Jack Sparrow came by.

He had no reason to be there, as he's definitely not medieval, but there he was, and then you could see nuns squee!

( See Jack Sparrow making nuns happy! )

More serious pictures tomorrow. We have some nice atmospheric ones of the area at dusk, while all the normal punters were watching the show. And I have a few pictures with strange ghostly lights in, like reflections from nothing; perhaps somebody on my flist with more experience in digital photography can tell me what went wrong.

But now I go and sleep first...

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I think that this is a bloody brilliant idea.

I've never before even felt even drawn to enter a HP fic challenge - but this one, I signed up for on the spot. Something to write while I'm In No Computer Land, which is more like No Internet Land in the age of little portable foldup computers.

(via this post by tahira_saki)