Photo credit: Joel Cornell
Every year thirty thousand 21st century rejecting, middle ages loving, individuals descend on Caboolture in Queensland for the Abbey medieval festival. I went to check it out and see what this mead soaked time period could offer me that my iPhone can’t. If you’re not a leper, don’t drink water, and have no interest in modern plumbing it was a pretty great time to be alive.
Originally I thought honey mead, the medieval alcohol of choice, would be a bit of a buzz kill; but it turns out anything drunk out of a hollowed bull horn is a winner.
Goodbye 21st century! Not looking forward to that medieval dial-up Internet.
At the motel: I’d like to make a witty retort about our room’s style and ambiance, but I think the zebra bedspread speaks for itself.
Nothing says Medieval like a Lan Party.
May this stag head pub décor protect you in your travels, unless your travels involve recreational hunting.
In the midst of all the action I still managed to fit in a slow dance with a taxidermy bear.
Joey our director had his palm read. Pretty sure this guy is saying, “I see a handsome, fez-wearing stranger in your future.”
The 15th century’s take on fly babes.
The experience was undeniably educational. For example, did you know they had dreadlocks and tank tops in the middle ages?
It was a little hard to see the action through the crowd, but I’m fairly sure those guys were doing the Macarena while texting.
I had a little 21st century intervention when making the mead spritzer.
People were pretty nice 600 years ago. I even managed to borrow some whisky to add to our mead sour.
WATCH FREE POURING – DUNGEONS & FLAGONS – EPISODE 2 HERE
MIX YOUR OWN MEAD SOUR RECIPE HERE