This week we're in : Bundaberg
Caches found this week : 4
We were a little disappointed that we missed out on the Streak Week souvenir, after having to spend half the week apart. So, when we finally reunited in Bundaberg, we decided we needed to find a memorable cache to cheer us up.
After a short scan of the area, we found a D4/T4 cache with a nice collection of favourite points. The description warned this cache is not recommended for people with a fear of enclosed spaces, cockroaches, spiders, rodents, bats or the dark.
So, after awkwardly explaining to family members what a geocache was and where we were going - we headed off.
We arrived close to the centre of the city, parking at the entrance to the 300 metre underground walk. We snuck past a suspicious looking character, hoping they wouldn't decide to follow us in.
We assess the challenge. The walk to the cache looks dark, and enclosed; but we take a deep breath and make our way into the shadows.
And of course, as the light fades, one of us (not mentioning any names) realises they've left their torch in the car.
Even with one torch, and both phone lights pointed towards our goal, visibility is only a couple of metres.
Still, we inch forward.
There's something in front of us, I think as I see the silhouette of something not too far away. My heart begins to race, my ears ringing.
I can't tell what it is, but it's big.
Jenna is behind me, waving her torch like it's a rave.
"Stop moving," I tell her, but the echo muffles my words.
"What's moving?!" Jenna asks, waving her torch faster as she begins to panic. Of course, this causes the object to actually look like it's moving.
Great, I think as I watch the shadow dance in front of us. We've walked into some kind of demon nest.
As I inch closer, sure that my curiosity is about to kill me, I realise that our monster is actually just a large pile of debris, caught in the pipe.
We agree that we need to stay calm. If anything, it's going to be our fear that will end this adventure. We take a deep breath, passing the debris.
The next few minutes are better. We charge onwards. We've got this.
But, as we get further and further away from the safety of the outside, the paintings on the walls get a little darker.
And I wonder, why are we here? To write our names on a piece of paper? Really? Is this logbook worth our lives?
Apparently so, because we keep going. We decide to ignore the walls. Sure, they're warning us of our impending doom, but that can wait; we have a geocache to find.
We're jumping at every noise now, our breathing getting heavier as we plead with ourselves to stay calm.
Finally, we make it to a split.
We have two options, left or right. Or, according to the walls; left to live, or right to die.
We take left, as the Cache Owner instructed. We're moving faster now. This tunnel is smaller, our footsteps are louder, and our future does not look bright.
The tunnel opens up, and we breath a sigh of relief as we step into the larger room.
I'm so on edge, that I fail to see the cache, tethered to a small drain pipe. Luckily, Jenna is a little more observant, and before long we are nervously fumbling through the bag looking for a pen.
Logbook signed. Let's get out of here.
It only takes us five minutes to reemerge from the underground. I don't think we've ever been so quiet, as we charged towards safety.
Once we had escaped, we sat in the car, staring off blindly. We were stunned that we'd made it out alive.
The cache was not atop a mountain, or expertly disguised. It's difficulty was psychological, and man, they got us good.
Traumatised, we opened our phones, searching for something a little more scaredy-cat-friendly.
And look, we aren't ashamed to admit - we finished the day with a cache aptly named "For The Kids".