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A park close to Milchbuck in Zurich.



I'll be there around noon. Say 12:30h. -- Chris_47_8

Wow. It doesn't get any better than that. I'm in. --Calamus 10:34, 17 January 2014 (EST)
great! see you there! :) --Chris 47 8 (talk) 10:46, 17 January 2014 (EST)
 :( I'll be working at that time. I'll go later, probably around 18, depending on how soon I manage to go to work. --Guga2112 (talk) 13:44, 19 January 2014 (EST)
too bad. see you another time. --Chris 47 8 (talk) 02:48, 20 January 2014 (EST)


Calamus and Chris[edit]

Waiting on the bench near the hashpoint, Calamus felt strangely tired, considering it was only noon and the journey here had been ridiculously easy, since the hashpoint was located very close to one of the most important tram stations. Maybe it was because of the low amount of sun he'd been getting. Or maybe because he had spent all night at the railway station filling the waiting trains with political pamphlets encouraging the passengers to vote yes in the upcoming railway upgrade vote. Nah, it was probably the missing sun.

When Chris showed up, Calamus showed him the situation: According to Calamus's device, the hashpoint lay directly behind the gate of a small graveyard, which was invisible to Google Maps because it was covered in trees. And most unfortunately, said gate happened to be locked. "And we can't possibly break into a graveyard! … Because there's barbed wire on the gate. … Want some chocolate?"

But since failure was not an option any of them would have been happy with, they searched around the spot, and while crawling through a bush, on whose exact taxonomy they weren't able to consent, it turned out that Chris's device had a slightly different opinion where the point was: right outside the graveyard on a football field. Which was locked as well. Since skipping even an easily hoppable fence was against the guidelines, this would have been the definite end of the expedition, if Chris hadn't spotted a gap in the field's fence on his way to the spot. And since it looked more like a simple gate than a defect, they decided to accept this as an invitation onto the field.

I took them a while to fully home the point, which due to the infamous SSSSS (Stupid Shifting Swiss Satellite Signal) seemed to wander between the graveyard and the field. After they had found it, they took their pictures and returned to the Milchbuck to get a tram back to their respective institutes.


So, it's almost 4pm, I have a dinner at 7pm and I want to go to the hashpoint. Well, it seems I won't have the time for my usual jog. Fortunately the haspoint lies only 200m away from a bus station that's easily reachable from both work and home, so I decide to take a detour and go there from work before heading home. I take the tram and wait for my stop. It can't get easier.

Now I'm looking around, seeing fences everywhere. I sure hope it's not like last time. The hash seems to lie under some trees near a field. Here's the field... ooh, football goals. Cool. Let's go around the field, there seems to be a path and... DAMN. ANOTHER GATE. And, it's obviously closed. I take a look inside and only see jewish tombstones. Well, what am I gonna do now? I try to circumnavigate the fence, but the cemetery is completely inaccessible. Is this another failure? Wait... Calamus and Chris already went there at noon. Maybe they did it, and they wrote how to get there.

GREAT! There's already their entry! Let's see... hmm, a gap in the fence. I see no ga... ooooooh. It's more than a "gap", I see why they took it as an invitation. I enter the football field and head to the fence separating it from the cemetery. Here I am! At least, I think. I'm experiencing the same jitter, is it here or behind the fence? Anyway, the GPS says I'm nearer than the accuracy, so I take the snapshot and head back to the bus station. I feel satisfied. I owe one to the guys, and I hope next time I'll be able to meet them.


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