When someone travels, they have a purpose. You would be hard pressed to find someone who simply sets out without the faintest idea of why or where they are going. Of course, there are many reasons for traveling, but there is always a reason. And for quite some time now, many of us have been traveling even when we are looking for something. We are just heading to a place where some new treasure must be hidden.
In short, such a person is geocaching. He follows the trail that someone has given him, with the intention of finding something hidden. Because it is not a real treasure in the traditional sense, not any hidden thing. For it is not a real treasure in the traditional sense, nor is it any hidden thing, for it is not a real treasure in the traditional sense, nor is it any hidden thing, for it is not a real treasure in the traditional sense. Moreover, such a person must put something else in return, for it may be discovered by some other fortunate person.
So in fact it is a worthless treasure hunt, a hunt that brings nothing but experience and feeling.
The game was officially born in the US in 2000. But, to put it a little proudly, it existed in our country much earlier. And without knowing that it was a kind of geocaching, I actually participated in it to a certain extent. And we have had some successes here. In my hometown, for example, many times I wandered around the town square looking for a ten-yen coin. The odds of finding one were slim, but every once in a while I would find one. I had no idea what geocaching was, and I had nothing to show for it. I once found a lost ten-yen coin next to a stationery store.
But it was not only valid money I found. In the attic of a butcher\’s shop, I once found an old and no longer usable crown coin, which I had climbed on my own as a child. How pleased I was with this find. Apparently the previous butcher had squandered it, and had stashed it there in case it might become valuable again, as he had no intention of spending it during the currency reform.
Or maybe they found an old craker in the hills above town.
Of course money is not everything. For example, when I was draining the ripno, I found a rusted pistol grip. And I also found a hand grenade, as others still do from time to time. Of course, I tried to cut it with a saw, but I couldn\’t finish it. So I am with you to this day. I am, in a way, a pioneer in geocaching.
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