We had bad expectations in advance regarding this particular cache. Firstly, the text was written in english. WTF? Aren't we portuguese? Is the owner of this cache selling himself to George W. Bush and to all of his globalization-promoter dummies? At least I am proudly portuguese! So, why am I writing this in english? It doesn't make any sense. But then again, neither this cache does!!
Secondly, none of my friends knew how to use a scuba dive gear and this cache required one. So, in order to have better chances of survival, I recruited a team of three brave and fearless cachers, known as the InstincTeam, the team that counts on formidable instinct capacities to solve the most intrincate enigmas and accomplish the most challenging multicaches.
We feared for our lives countless times. At the first location, we were attacked by a bunch of giant ants. They wouldn't let us take the coordinates for the next step. They insisted that we had to taste the "Royal Gelly", whatever it was, in order to proceed. Crawlgeo, the fearless one, accepted the challenge. When he ate a disgusting yellow-ish liquid, he suffered a strange metamorphosis that gave him two pairs of hiddeous wings, a sting at the end of his spine and six extra eyes. "You look pretty now!", said Spect, the GPS-man.
So, Crawlgeo got the coordinates and off we went. The second step was even worse. A tribe of belic pygmies received us with some sort of tribal dance that resembled the maori Haka a lot. Crawlgeo spread out his new wings and asked: "Ahoy my fine friends! Can thee give us the next coordinates?". The pygmies mumbled something like "askdsakefvmdvam". Maybe it was the name of this cache, I dunno. It would make sense then. Then they aimed their long, sharp spears at Spect and made him go with them. In exchange, they gave us the final coordinates.
Me and Crawlgeo thought that we would never see Spect again (and we started thinking about an outrageously opulent funeral and so), but we were wrong. When we reached the final spot, he was already there. He told us that the pygmies revealed the secret of eternal life to him, but he could not tell us what it is, under the penalty of death. Crawlgeo, that was carrying the scuba gear (we didn't need it, since the lake was dry and all the alligators were dead), threw it to the ground so violently that it knocked down some nearby stones, thus revealing the final cache!
"I knew it was there", said Spect, triumphantly. "The pygmies told that to me, too!"
C'mon BTRodrigues, it was a BAD ideia to tell the pygmies about this cache! You can trust the walrus or the alligators, but pygmies are completely untrustsworthy. And 'twas an even worse idea to place the cache near a dead rabbit (this part is true, there was really a dead rabbit near the cache. Sorry, we didn't take any camera with us to prove that, but believe us. We are nice people, we wouldn't lie :) ).
Well, thanks for the worst cache ever!
Daniel C, InstincTeam
(P.S.: Who will pay Crawlegeo's surgery? He needs to remove his wings. And his extra eyes. He can keep the sting though, he thinks it's cool.)
[This entry was edited by Daniel_C on Friday, November 02, 2007 at 10:36:30 AM.]
[This entry was edited by Daniel_C on Friday, November 02, 2007 at 10:43:17 AM.]