In hidden nooks where shadows play,
We hunt the caches, night or day.
A logbook waits, a geocacher’s prize,
Under Sydney skies and Kiwi sunrise.
From Invercargill to Bondi Shore,
We seek out caches, always striving for more.
Trackables travel, from hand to hand,
Across the Tasman, through sea and sand.
Music hums along each hidden way,
Songs of adventure brighten the day.
Kiwi hearts and Aussie pride collide,
A friendly rivalry we wear with pride.
Each find a story, each log a spark,
Geocaching binds us, igniting the mark.
Through bush and park, through city streets,
Adventure lives in every cache we meet.
We’ll meet at Hydeaway Café — the name says it all,
Say Kiaora or G'day, have a coffee, and we'll have a ball.
By the ANZAC Memorial, a place of respect and cheer,
15th November, 10 AM — Nothing Else Matters (the real reason im here)