The cache can be found at: S39.XX.XX E173.XX.XXX. Listen very, carefully, I shall say this only....
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Overheard at the former Oeo Hotel in the days of yore:
"Sheesh, don't call me soft, you were in the army until you were thirty two!, digger" Timothy retorted. Adam sat glum-faced in response.
"Oh, but you have sex on the brain at that age", his girlfriend interjected, dipping her hot chips into some tomato ketchup.
"And you my dear, have a most charming Australian accent, it is much to your advaantage" Timothy chortled, smiling leerily.
Stirring, Adam rejoined the fray: "Just because you missed the black, there is no need to to give her what for, mate"
"Who are taking to?", Francine replied, "I can happily find me my own battles. Top my rum will you, hun?"
"Sure, 'nother whiskey Tim?" said Adam
"Is the Pope a Catholic?" came the reply. "Actually, it is nearly seven mate, and dinner will be on the table. I better be off."
"My, my how things change", Adam smiled, pushing the white ball into one of the billiard table's pockets.
"Yeah, it is not like the old days when we drive home "tanked" on "auto-pilot" without ever seeing a coppa", Tim conceded.
"Yeah, and the liver doesn't get any younger either", Adam agreed.
"Face it, you are just old buggers now" Francine said, smirking.
"And that is legal and all now Francine, you'd better take that man home, you'd better wathch out" Tim reponded, baiting her playfully.
"Not tonight Josephine", Adam said curtly, before all three friends left the lounge bar and sauntered to their cars.
Their cars had the following personalised number plates: ECARB1 and URAQT2. One of these plates may be useful, whilst the other is a complete red herring.
NB: The cache starting location is the site of the old Oeo Hotel. It is now a private residence and when this was placed it was for sale. The cache is not here. There is room to park or turn around but be careful as there is a hairpin bend heading north and a hill heading south. Have fun!
