So our untold tale here begins… The hero ran, every evening at thirty three minutes passed five. Two hours’ running each evening, starting from Central Park and all along the Century City Canals made him extremely fit. Fitness is vital, especially when it comes to our hero’s hobby. There has rarely ever even been one so committed to his hobby than our hero. Therefore, when our hero got notification at nine o’clock of a geocache having been published, off he dashed. So everything vanished excepting now the race for the FTF but on the way he spotted eight other vehicles heading the same way. Now it looked like the race for an FTF was definitely on! Excitedly, after spotting the best place to park, our hero was quickly sprinting towards ground zero. Never in life had our hero ran so fast and so determinedly. Onto narrow esplanades, along twisting paths and even jumping one enormous puddle our hero was unphased. Eight interested geocachers hurried together behind our hero, but his fitness regime was paying off as they fell further and further behind. The hero ran effortlessly, ending up in a dark secluded spot with the GPS indicating he was only thirty metres away. Nestled in line with his GPS’s arrow indicator our hero spotted something different. Swooping in, x marking the spot, the GPS read five metres, then zero metres… Feeling inside, very expertly, he pulled out the hidden container. Now it needed efficient replacement before the eight others arrived, but whatever happened, he had his FTF!
