Gauteng West Rand Black Eagle GeoArt Series
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Welcome to the West Rand, Gauteng!
The West Rand geocaching community is very proud to present BLACK EAGLE GEOART, the only GeoArt series to date in South Africa depicting the rare Black Eagle!
Apart from its rich cultural history, the West Rand in Gauteng, South Africa is also home to an extremely active geocaching community. The West Rand geocachers are a social bunch and meet at least once every month to share stories, swap experiences and trackables and enjoy each other's company.
We hope you will enjoy exploring the beauty of the West Rand, Gauteng!
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The cache is not at the listed coordinates. In order to obtain the final coordinates, you will have to solve the puzzle:
Shakespeare’s Eagles
The world is grown so bad
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch." (Richard III)
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke,
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle,
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son." (Henry VI Part III)
Yet looks he like a king: behold his eye,
As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth
Controlling majesty. (Richard II)
Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,
Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone;
Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chin,
And where she ends she doth anew begin. (Venus and Adonis)
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,
As Paris hath. (Romeo and Juliet)
Know, the gallant monarch is in arms,
And, like an eagleo'er his aery, towers
To souse annoyance that comes near his nest. (King John)
The eaglesuffers little birds to sing.
And is not careful what they mean thereby.
Knowing that with the shadow of his wing
He can at pleasure stint their melody. (Titus Andronicus)
More pity that the eagles should be mew'd,
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. (Richard III)
He came in thunder; his celestial breath
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle
Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is
More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak,
As when his god is pleased. (Cymbeline)
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd
From the spongy south to this part of the west,
There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends,
Unless my sins abuse my divination,
Success to the Roman host. (Cymbeline)
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face,
Seize with thine eagle's talons. (Pericles, Prince of Tyre)
First.
Second: plus two.
Third: minus three.
Fourth: minus four.
Fifth.
Seventh: minus two.
Eighth: plus five.
Ninth: minus one.
Tenth: plus four.
Eleventh: minus two.
Twelfth: plus five.
Thirteenth: total minus eleven.