User:Davidc/gallery
Contents
- 1 Wed Dec 30 19:04:59 GMT 2009
- 2 Thu Dec 10 23:14:11 CET 2009
- 3 Fri Dec 04 21:05:14 CET 2009
- 4 Sun Nov 29 02:55:38 CET 2009
- 5 Wed Oct 07 20:45:45 BST 2009
- 6 Thu Oct 01 23:54:02 BST 2009
- 7 Thu Oct 01 23:19:24 BST 2009
- 8 Thu Oct 01 23:15:03 BST 2009
- 9 Thu Oct 01 22:52:07 BST 2009
- 10 Thu Oct 01 22:44:00 BST 2009
- 11 Thu Oct 01 13:47:52 BST 2009
- 12 Wed Sep 30 23:03:15 BST 2009
- 13 Wed Sep 30 22:12:35 BST 2009
- 14 Mon Sep 28 10:32:14 BST 2009
- 15 Thu Sep 24 13:06:18 BST 2009
- 16 Tue Sep 15 20:14:41 CEST 2009
- 17 Wed Sep 09 00:00:49 CEST 2009
- 18 Wed Sep 02 18:51:09 CEST 2009
- 19 Tue Sep 01 21:28:40 CEST 2009
- 20 Tue Sep 01 21:23:11 CEST 2009
Wed Dec 30 19:04:59 GMT 2009
GPS screenshot
Stile
Dungfire
Sodden footpath
A choice of four public swamp-paths
Hash-carcass
Silly grin!
Frozen hash-field
Unfrozen hash-field
Farm buildings
Farmhouse
Farm sign
Thu Dec 10 23:14:11 CET 2009
iPhone Cheaper GPS "There/Not There" mode proof
iPhone Cheaper GPS "Warmer/Colder" mode proof
iPhone map proof
Our poster
The Sommergarten was not open
Fri Dec 04 21:05:14 CET 2009
The erotic massage parlour next door.
The church in front of the hashpoint
Church again
No GPS reception in the hof
Sun Nov 29 02:55:38 CET 2009
iPhone map proof
iPhone GPS proof
Entering the haunted forest
A madman on the loose
Poster
relet tests the QR code
Grins
Nassenheide station
Wed Oct 07 20:45:45 BST 2009
First bus, Lisbon to Sesimbra.
Second bus, Sesimbra to Cabo Espichel.
View from the monastery.
View from the monastery.
The monastery.
My bus in front of the monastery.
A field of seagulls.
Green hides the hashpoint.
A blockage before the hash ...
... a sidetrack ...
... and a way through ...
... to the hashpoint.
The hash-beetle.
GPS Proof.
Me & rabbitfox grinning.
rabbitfox impersonating davidc.
Signage.
Lighthouse. Actual Size!!!
Lighthouse.
Geocache drop.
Back of the lighthouse.
Geocache bush.
The lighthouse should be over there, really.
Rocky.
Rockier.
Millions of years of rock.
The monastery perched on top.
The monastery and the rocks.
A fresh ditch by the road. No doubt to bring FTTH to the residents of the lighthouse.
A dubious wall ...
... turned out to be an aqueduct for the monastery.
... along the whole route back ...
How cool is that?
Typically half-arsed attempts at building houses.
Milestone.
That's not sunlight forcing my eyes shut, that's a river of sweat that even my big fat eyebrows can't divert.
A much more dignified photo of myself at this point.
The first town! Bus stop not far away.
rabbitfox double-checks the hashcards.
The fog quickly overtakes the bus.
The bridge ...
... crossing ...
... the strait ...
... back to Lisbon. The docks.
And the aqueduct in the middle of the city.
Thu Oct 01 23:54:02 BST 2009
Coordinates reached!
I was so hungry I almost ate rabbitfox...
... fortunately there were some hash-berries nearby.
If you park your hash-car at a cute angle...
... you get a free tank of magical hash-fuel!
Thu Oct 01 23:19:24 BST 2009
Figuring out the best way to proceed
Thu Oct 01 23:15:03 BST 2009
These are not hash-sheep, but that is the hash-field on the left.
Public footpaths rule.
Coordinates reached!
Silly grins.
The freshly ploughed hash-field.
Thu Oct 01 22:52:07 BST 2009
Me in front of the Torchwood 3 Hub!
The Torchwood "main entrance" has become a shrine to Ianto Jones.
Torchwood, a.k.a. the Welsh Millenium Centre in Cardiff
Thu Oct 01 22:44:00 BST 2009
Sad at another failure.
GPS at the previous photo point, not the closest I got, but I couldn't take photos at their front door.
Thu Oct 01 13:47:52 BST 2009
GPS at the hashpoint
Face off.
Wed Sep 30 23:03:15 BST 2009
The dried-up river bed.
The hashpoint. Maybe I'm Moses.
Cake, hashscot and GPS at the hashpoint.
Making a wish.
Happy Origin Day To Me!
~2m inaccuracy.
Former Bramley and Wonersh station.
Wed Sep 30 22:12:35 BST 2009
School church
A river separated me and the hashpoint from the north.
School 1
School 2
A public footpath! Barely a track through the woods.
Keep going. We are not the hash-horses you are looking for.
The M25 and a tunnel.
The hash-light at the end of the tunnel.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. I am often tempted to wee on one of these.
I am the Guardian of the Hash.
Look at us galloping to the hashpoint. Nyer!
As close as I could get.
My selfish need for a grazing field may have denied you a hash, but I would still like to be your friend.
The hashpoint is approximately at the metal feeding bin in the distance.
Even blindfolded, hash-horses can smell your GPS,
Silly frown. Onward!
Mon Sep 28 10:32:14 BST 2009
Rabbitfox is unimpressed with the use of a TomTom for hashing.
Disused train wash.
Geotrashing the right way.
Thu Sep 24 13:06:18 BST 2009
Tue Sep 15 20:14:41 CEST 2009
Entrance to the forest
Forest path
The first hurdle. "Please shut this gate behind you"... but a padlock.
"I can feel the hash!"
behind a fence.
The adjacent golf course
A convenient stile grants access.
The sign reads something like "Please don't come in". Not forbidden, just asking nicely.
Up the bluff to the hashpoint?
Why exactly does a golf course needs such a huge satellite dish?
Back down the bluff to the hashpoint?
Hash "field"
Slowpokes
Coordinates reached!
Two fresh silly grin recruits.
Hash sapling.
The reverse geotrash begins.
Contents: Book, coffee cup, first aid kit, and a calendar dated 1990.
An office portacabin by the entrance.
The mysterious bunker.
About the landfill and planting.
Reverse geotrash completed!
Wed Sep 09 00:00:49 CEST 2009
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