Part 1
Walking into what seemed to have been a haven for squatters, this derelict, trashed and modest looking resort, was an eerie experience. As soon as I entered I knew that someone was here or had been here. The signs were clear, empty food containers, half eaten chips and the like, cigarette buts, empty bottles of alcohol, clean clothes found in luggage, toiletries etc, so my senses were already on high alert.
Going back was not an option but all of a sudden risk/reward discussions begin to happen within your head. I shout down all of the noise within my head and proceed carefully, paying careful attention to anything or any noise that seems abrupt or out of the ordinary. I mean, there shouldn’t be anyone in here, it should be empy but early indications spoke otherwise.
As is customary we headed right for the top floor and would work our way down however while some of us would generally split up (each going in the other direction so as too not trip over each other and save time), we decided to all stay together.
Room after room, we noticed that some rooms were either trashed or the ones that were in fine condition, were being used or were used, and very recently. To say that this was a bit disconcerting would be an understatement. While the place was almost entirely trashed, we were still finding photo opportunities within the walls of this abandoned resort. The rooms were basically all the same, either single or double rooms with very dated and colorful wallpaper. I couldn’t help but think about the retro art or MOD style of art during this era (60′s-70′s) where the nation was coming out of the very reserved and prosperous 50′s and was lead into the very chaotic and turbulent times of the 60′s. Where flower children, drugs, demonstrations was the norm and the art and design reflected the mood and atmosphere of the times.
(Stay tuned for Part 2)
