I felt like Henry Stanley, searching deepest darkest Africa for Dr Livingstone here. All I needed was a pith helmet and maybe some porters to carry my backpack and some chocolate. We poked our nose here and there then realised we'd have to be courageous and brave the weeds, but just like Stanley found Livingston, I found the cache. Once again a very clever hide Mr RX. Perhaps you might just turn me into an urbex explorer.

I feel your pain looking for a beer and counter lunch because when we finished finding the cache, I went looking for coffee.... there was nothing open. Suzy said she thought they had 'rolled up the streets' but clearly she was wrong because they all still had their bitumen tops.

Thank you for the cache.

Rated: for Overall Experience.