Preface:
So looking at sites in Italy we realised we’d need 7 days to make the trip worthwhile. Knowing I could only commit to 3-4 days due to job / kids etc. I waved them off, saying I’d see them in a few days.
Their route was fairly fluid, so by the time I was a few drinks deep in Stansted Wetherspoons I still didn’t really know where I was going.
I landed in Milan, and started chased them across the country in a 300Km/h bullet train.
Priority 7’s directions are legendary. His pins are coordinated down to the access window. So I was surprised when I arrived in Florence, 12.5 hours after setting off, that his definition of “The hotel is in Florence” was over an hour outside… A quick stagger to another platform, another hour on a train and another stagger across a rural town… I found them.
Early the next day we drove the 5 mins to our first explore…
The Explore:
No real history on this one, but a few educated assumptions:
It’s in a spa town. It’s all you see driving about, so we knew it’s be spa-esque. A wait for the traffic to break, and we all squeezed our bags and ourselves through a small hole like clockwork.
Stumbling through the woods in 37 degree heat, getting bitten to buggery. We cross bridges, and find a headless statue. We guess at who it was. We cant agree on Thatcher or Putin.
Eventually we stumble across the first building:
Amazingly I could hear rushing water and went to investigate. Whatever well / spring this was part of was very much still active.
I love that carved into the stone was the stats of the water, including its radioactivity!
The ceilings were gorgeous. Some tiles had dropped through and were being reclaimed by nature, and some were lovingly stockpiled, waiting to be restored.
The architecture here hits differently.
I knew the next three days of solid urbexing were going to be good…
So looking at sites in Italy we realised we’d need 7 days to make the trip worthwhile. Knowing I could only commit to 3-4 days due to job / kids etc. I waved them off, saying I’d see them in a few days.
Their route was fairly fluid, so by the time I was a few drinks deep in Stansted Wetherspoons I still didn’t really know where I was going.
I landed in Milan, and started chased them across the country in a 300Km/h bullet train.
Priority 7’s directions are legendary. His pins are coordinated down to the access window. So I was surprised when I arrived in Florence, 12.5 hours after setting off, that his definition of “The hotel is in Florence” was over an hour outside… A quick stagger to another platform, another hour on a train and another stagger across a rural town… I found them.
Early the next day we drove the 5 mins to our first explore…
The Explore:
No real history on this one, but a few educated assumptions:
It’s in a spa town. It’s all you see driving about, so we knew it’s be spa-esque. A wait for the traffic to break, and we all squeezed our bags and ourselves through a small hole like clockwork.
Stumbling through the woods in 37 degree heat, getting bitten to buggery. We cross bridges, and find a headless statue. We guess at who it was. We cant agree on Thatcher or Putin.
Eventually we stumble across the first building:
Amazingly I could hear rushing water and went to investigate. Whatever well / spring this was part of was very much still active.
I love that carved into the stone was the stats of the water, including its radioactivity!
The ceilings were gorgeous. Some tiles had dropped through and were being reclaimed by nature, and some were lovingly stockpiled, waiting to be restored.
The architecture here hits differently.
I knew the next three days of solid urbexing were going to be good…
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