WPC: Weathered and abandoned

Blogging leads you places. For instance into an abandoned property hunt, the first in the family. 

They always let me choose where I wish to go on a trip, but this time my parents were not too amused.

“We are going where? To do what?” To the Slovenian-Italian border in search of an abandoned holiday complex, aaight?

I got the idea from a blog where it said that it’s bad form to disclose exact location of places like this one. So we will be all hush-hush about it. To add to the excitement. No matter how it’s clearly visible on Google Maps if you know where to look.

Which reminds me: my father has turned into a correspondent of Google Maps, Level six (correct?), which means that now you can find photos of bestia and me in Google Maps galleries of those locations close to my home which we visited together and where father took photos.

Today’s location is not included, of course, but father did take the last two photos in the gallery below. I think he was quite happy to see amore and me reappear after our very brief exploration – really, it lasted no longer than five minutes. Mom was even happier. But I think bestia was happiest of all.

The full story in the captions. This was just a start. For the next time I promise to take more time and steady my hands that were shaking in fear of something falling down and breaking my neck. But let me tell you… There were ghosts!

Guardians found on the way.

As close as disclosing micro-location. This is Trieste.

The official entrance is closed like this but I knew there was another.

They are far from convinced.

The first sighting. But there is a fence.

Here we go.

Here begins a 5-minute photo dash.

No looking around, just clicking and trying not to find a dead body.

Geee… There better be some inherent beauty in that.

No?

The feeling I’ll be busted is strong.

Amore didn’t even approach. I think he stood guard outside, asking silently But why?

If I took some more time, I might find some good angles.

The only thing I know is that this was a holiday facility. For policemen.

Taken over by nature.

And nurture.

Triple water: the pond, the pool, the sea.

Eccolo! And we’re back! All good! (Photo: BM)

See? Clearly it was I who was the happiest. (Photo: BM)

Photo: Manja Maksimovič + last two BM

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Weathered