I'm used to homeless people and drug addicts in the cities, but I'm used to them being in the villages without municipal offices and phone signals? That wasn't on my bingo card.

Normally I'd write something more, but I don't think so now :P

What more can I say?

On the very edge of the European famous tourist resort, stands an inconspicuous hotel with an even more inconspicuous name, Augusta. But if you look a little closer you will see a partially broken window and another one nearby, just walk around the hotel and you will see 2 more. Despite being a completely untouched place back in 2020, it's now disfigured like this. Unfortunately, the worst is yet to come, with the Olympics coming to the town next year... I hope I'm just a seed, but we'll find out next year... When I'll come here after the Olympics.

I don't think there's a more profane place than this. I've been waiting for snow for a long time to take a nice photo of the doorstep from a rooftop, I have a couple of them in the centre, unfortunately there is no time, so instead of the centre there are photos of a bit forgotten neighbourhood that everyone likes to avoid, but I still think it has its genius loci.

It is cloudy, with occasional showers, and we are wading through a muddy field. The mud that sticks to our shoes makes very comfortable temporary heels that are a joy to walk on. However, we eventually reach the grounds of the infamous "Letka" house. But we are very much in plain sight so plan B is to go the other way, so we wade through the mud again but this time in the other direction, we wade through the field 6 more times in the next hour all because of paranoia from the neighbours. But in the end we take our balls in our hands, shake off the mud and run to the house. We're inside and we're just enjoying ourselves, complete porn... Unfortunately, the photos look like they do because it was cloudy in our place and the sun was trying very hard to shine through. (as if pictures are ever worth anything anyway, since I'm taking them on an old brick cell phone :D )

We're at a very busy intersection, and we're trying to get to a very quiet house. Finally the perfect moment has arrived and we get into the garden and then into the house itself. From the start, it's obvious that we are not the first visitors by far. Although the cottage has been abandoned since late 2022, it was quickly noticed by the burglars and so all the cupboards are left open. We slowly walk through the house, and see that it was inhabited by a grandfather who loved his grandchildren. Unfortunately, the grandfather has passed away in this world and the descendants and grandchildren don't take care of the house...

Before you close the album saying that it is a historical description of the ruin, let me put here a rather unique story from this building. One day a bunch of tough, fearless third graders decided to venture into an abandoned dynamite factory, who wouldn't want to be a badass, so I went along. And so the fearless bunch of boys enter the vast chimic valley, before the first buildings are even in sight the first diapers are filling up. The more intrepid are still in the dry, but this is not to last. We enter the first building where we hear sounds, the diapers are already overflowing and even the most fearless are starting to get scared, still we follow the sounds, to the second floor of the building. But neither we nor our diapers are prepared for what we are about to see. We enter the room where the sounds come from, and we see an adult film in progress. The cameraman starts yelling at us to get out, which we quickly do. Not even the most fearless of us could stand it, and besides the psychological injuries, more than one pair of pants got caught. No more dynamite! Despite the fact that the story is old, it still has something that is not just an Urbex experience, if it is an Urbex experience at all. PS: the caption shows the room in which the story is supposed to take place, but I can't say for sure photos taken in early September 2024 a few years after the incident

We are in a remote village, standing in front of the overgrown garden of the legendary "House of the Japanese Woman". There is nothing to wait for and so we disappear into the overgrown garden and head for the open door, gradually exploring the first floor, which shows the beginnings of a reconstruction that has never been completed, but then we dive into the second floor, where we see the main thing, the kitchen and the living room with a cradle, a computer and most importantly a mannequin with Japanese clothes. When we are about to leave we notice the debt papers, that is the reason why the owner is in jail.

We are going through a village with perhaps the most famous abandoned church in the whole country, so why not come here!

It's a cold morning and we take the intercity bus towards an abandoned church. The weather forecast said that the village with the church was supposed to be in thick fog, but when we arrived at the bus stop the sky was clear and there was no sign of fog, well, now we can only hope that the village will be empty at 9:00, after all the locals will quickly notice the new faces. The locals know what the only attraction in the village is, and they're not afraid to call the police. And so we go on and on through the village until finally we are standing in front of the gate to the church cemetery, after all it would be suspicious to go there like that "on a pantata" and so we go around the cemetery and climb over the partially destroyed wall, we quietly walk to the church and then to its entrance, the entrance is barred and the only way to get into the church is to manually loosen the bar, so we push the bar to loosen it, fortunately this happens and we can climb over it. We walk through the church, from the bottom to the attic, from the organ to the sacristy, admiring the beauty, taking pictures and then leaving, fortunately no one saw us.

I once saw a thread on reddit "What was your shortest urbex and why", although I didn't contribute to the thread I'm sure I should have. I'm walking along a long beach in Holstein and I'm heading to a couple of places, a bar and two houses. First I go to the family houses, as it turns out they are carefully guarded by a local lady who watches from the balcony of the house next door. "Anyway, since I've walked 10 kilometres for this, I'll try the bar restaurant nearby, maybe I'll have better luck". And so I keep walking towards the restaurant. I cross the road and go to the property. I open the door and I'm inside. I take the first photo and I can see an old man coming towards me from the thorny bushes, immediately he starts shouting at me in German. German is definitely not my strong point, so I just stare at him and show that I just want to take a picture of the object. But he doesn't let me do that anymore and after about 20 seconds of urbex I go back to the camp. It's the first time I've been caught on an urbex so far and that ends my shortest urbex.If anything I've had a lovely afternoon walk.

I have been informed that the facility is now secure, so I have no qualms about contributing to its destruction. It's a cold Sunday morning and we're heading towards an abandoned hazardous waste incinerator. We approach the facility but we see a bunch of cars, we really don't feel comfortable being seen so we walk to the nearby skatepark, after a while everyone disappears and we finally have some free time. We crawl through the building floor by floor and enjoy this industrial gem. We go to the upper floors and suddenly we hear footsteps. It's rare that I've met someone on the urbex so it always makes me nervous, this case was no exception, luckily it turns out that it's not a securocrat or someone dangerous, so we walk through the building calmly.

The bell rings, the school ends, the stairs run, and from the stairs straight to the bus stop and then to the former lung sanatorium. We climb over the wall and the first thing we do is to creep to the villa where the manager of the sanatorium lived, we quickly walk through it to get to the main building of the sanatorium. We carefully tread carefully so that the leaves don't make too much noise. With a slow and comical walk (just like from my first visit to this place) we approach the side door which we then open. But our noodle-clogged noses sense something, we feel that someone is with us. Still, we crawl through the building floor by floor. But there's not that much here, so it doesn't take too long and we go back again. Not so quietly this time. Finally, we climb over the wall again and go to another place.

‼️Recepis I have censored my personal data and the address of the house.‼️ It is a cold autumn afternoon, and I am going to take the train to Lysá nad Labem to visit my friends. I'm packing to catch the train and then I get a text. "Cs, I can't make it today, I'm moving". I'm really excited... What now, so I start calling all the people I know to see if they're going. Eventually, someone answers. And so we head out to check on the condition of a ruined villa. So we go to the villa and find an unpleasant surprise... A cleared garden, diggers, and workers.... Well, this urbex won't do anymore, so we're going to try another house nearby. Unfortunately, that one doesn't work either... Bitter, we retreat to the bus stop to go home. That's when we remember that we accidentally found another house. It's on a very busy street and the property is bordered by a rock on the other side. We decide whether it makes sense but finally we take the plunge and go. We make our way across the site, and then over the wet rock. And we're on the property! Immediately we see small windows with bars (towards the rock there are floors at "man level") we open them, we want to take a peek if it's even worth it. We get a glimpse of what the house is hiding. We were not prepared for what awaited us. A room with a toilet that, judging by the smell, hasn't been flushed in a very long time. We go down to the back door. It's slightly loose. To our horror, too easily. They don't have hinges. We quickly try to close it without making a sound, which fortunately works. Next to the door we see a window, we know from the look of it that it's a textbook example of a "push window". Finally, we're in! and immediately we see a lawnmower and a large hallway. In the hallway we also see unwrapped very rotten tomatoes with an expiry date of August, surprisingly still red! so we walk past them, and go into the kitchen, we see the fridges and so comes the moment of courage, do we want to open them? We WANT to! the lights come on in the fridge, and the margarine, peppers, rancid butter and eggs smile at us from the fridge. Interesting find. The fridge shows a prescription for the medication dated 2/15/2024. That's perhaps even more interesting. Slowly we explore the house and find a working television, or perhaps a desk for technical drawings, in addition to the now rare, antique radios. A really beautiful "new" urbex. We go out and it's already dark. Finally, we're not so visible anymore. and so we keep climbing the rock. In the dark, I don't notice the sheet metal, and it's coming apart beautifully. Luckily, we're going to the 17th of November, so there's a cheering parade down the street, in which the sound of the metal disappears.

It's been a long time since I had a writer's moment, so I'm releasing this album later. It's a drizzly autumn afternoon, we're returning from an abandoned castle, yet it feels like something more. So my native partner takes me to this place. Just the way to the abandoned boiler house is quite strange for me, we are walking through a big industrial area, trucks, workers and noise around us, but nobody finds it strange that we are walking this way. As I later learn "it's normal here" So we approach the boiler house that used to heat the industrial area. We wait for the last truck to pass and the last worker to leave, and we disappear into the thicket. So we get inside the boiler house. We walk quietly through it. My partner tells us how it worked and what it was used for, a great lecture for a technically illiterate person like me. Unfortunately, he also tells us how between each visit the condition of the place gets worse and worse... We go to the small "velin" of the boiler room, take pictures of it and go to other parts of the building. Last thing we do is go through the cellars with the snails. The boiler room has become a pleasant end to the day and also to the autumn holidays.

It's been a few months, but I still have mixed feelings about this urbex. The abandoned community centre is still a small part of it and the garden is still in use. I can't tell if it's an infiltration or an urbex... We're jumping the gate, and we're in the garden of the community center. We look for a window, a door, anything, but to no avail. All we find are dead hedgehogs, crows and rats... I don't think this is the way. But then we notice an open cellar window. But it's only about three metres to the floor of the room. We're not sure if we can climb it. So after a moment's thought, I jump through the window, and try to get out. It's working! And so does my partner (who has read other albums, so does the other gossip) I turn on the nearly dead flashlight, which is more unlit than lit. But that doesn't stop us from searching. We find rooms with dishes, microwave, napkins and restaurant equipment. Then we find the stairs upstairs. There's a door on the stairs. Locked..... Looks like it's just a basement search. We're going into the last room. There's bars and a bench. It all looks like a prison cell, but who knows what it was. So we climb back to the window and scratch our way up. Just a neat hop over the gate, and we're out.

It's a foggy autumn morning, and we're leaving the main station by train. We pass the first stop and there is the first complication (for me, of course) "YOU FORGOT TO PRINT YOUR LETTER!!!!!" Says the conductor, to which I reply "ALL PUBLIC TRANSPORT HAVE THOSE PUSH BUTTONS, THERE ARE NO PUSH BUTTONS WHERE I SHOULD WRITE IT". It's probably my stupidity that I don't know, but I take the train once in a blue moon so I don't really know where the pinch points are and where they are not... Eventually I have to buy a ticket from her and the expedition goes on. We stop in the village where the castle is located. We go up a hill with a tarmac road. At the top of the hill, the asphalt quickly turns into a dirt road, and we continue through the foggy field to the castle. We can see it now, and we decide where to jump over the wall. The locals are very attentive and report everything to the police. One thing is clear, we can't do it from the front, we have a beautiful view from the "social facilities" and they call the police, the owner, and who knows what and who else. We're coming from the side, around the pond. Unfortunately, there's a fisherman by the pond, so we turn around and go the other way. Maybe from the other side! There are some beaten-up cottages there, it'll be a blast! And so we climb through the nettles, climb up a very unstable wall, and look down. We see brambles and other mess. We're not jumping into that. But after many failed attempts, we come up with something "really original". Something everyone would think of... The park is also adjacent to a field and a forest, so let's skip it there! Jumping is not even necessary in the end, because after a while of walking through the field we come across a destroyed wall. We walk through the park to the castle. There we see a window and we're right inside. We walk through the rooms, take pictures of the pianos. After a moment of beautiful urbex, we notice the sensors. There are plenty of them in the castle. We haven't turned any on yet. We quickly finish the lock and leave. On the way back, we look at the circuit breakers. Some of the sensors aren't even plugged in, others are dead or inoperative.

One holiday morning we go to the urbex of a very famous sanatorium, at first we are not even interested in the ruined interior of the building, but its roof, who would not like to have a photo from the roof with the "castle turret". We go to the wall that borders the whole area, unfortunately in the best place there is a gathering of dog owners, what the heck, we go around them and jump elsewhere, after a while we are behind the wall, but we have to step carefully on the leaves so as not to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves, walking like from some space movie, we approach the building. We open the side door and go inside. This time it pays to have low expectations because the relatively ruined and very well known sanatorium managed to impress me. (All (2) of us are intrigued, the third member of the expedition is just pissed off and takes it for a ruin, even though we go there mainly on his initiative... (yes I can't forgive this remark without gettingitsweat_smile)) We gradually go through the floors and approach the roof. After a while of climbing on rotten beams and rusty structures we reach the attic, from which we have a short climb on an even more rotten ladder. We're on the roof. But we must get away quickly, because we're very visible. So we'll just take a photo of the roof, but without the turret :(.

I quietly climb over the gate of this abandoned school. My partner's handing me my backpacks, and now he's gonna climb over. Boom DUP the gate swells to the whole street and the elephant's stomp just adds to it. A very inconspicuous way to get onto the property. A mom with a stroller and a passing car can see us. We try to look and walk inconspicuously to the broken window, but in such a situation it's not very good. Before we can move to the next room, I fall into a hole. Eventually I dig myself out of it and we can move on. The whole building has a very special genius loci that's hard to describe. We go through a long corridor to other rooms where we find various diplomas and a pile of drawings. In this way we go through the rest of the building until we come across the room where the sleeping room was,(I still can't tell if it was or still is). I have been here 6 times in all weathers, at different times and never anything.) This time we quietly climb over the gate, and we're out.