previously in Belgium... Urbex hopping Leaving Hasard Cheratte behind and urban settings, we found ourselves in rural areas of Belgium. It is wonderful to be able to experience so many things practicing one single hobby. Moving from one location to the next, or even scouting for locations as most people most often do, allows you... Continue Reading →
Hasard Cheratte (Belgium June 2014) – Part 2
previously... You have to go up before you come down Finally, the day had arrived to have my first explore in Belgium. V picked me up from my hotel and we headed off. I had not made any special requests, so I literally had no idea what we were going to see and explore that... Continue Reading →
More than waffles (Belgium June 2014) – Part 1
Belgium man, Belgium! I can hear this in my head in the voice of the late Bill Paxton, screaming “Game over man, game over!” in Aliens. But instead of game over, it is always game on in Belgium. One of the best countries for urbex, I’ve only visited Belgium twice but I have some of... Continue Reading →
Birkwood Hospital, spiraling beauty and making it out alive – Part 3
"You know what you need to fight the demons in your head? A haircut!" As we faced the dark corridors, we decided to have a quick look around, torches at hand (one of the absolutely mandatory tools one needs while exploring) and try and locate the staircase that would take us one level up, at... Continue Reading →
Birkwood Hospital, some history and the way in – Part 2
previously... The stories behind the buildings Sometimes visiting an abandoned place is the product of hours of online research, either randomly checking locations on Google Maps and just typing “abandoned X” (where X equals any city/tow/country), or trying to decipher locations through pics we’ve seen on someone’s Instagram/Facebook etc page. And as most locations go... Continue Reading →
Birkwood Hospital, or how I learned to stop worrying and love urbex – Part 1
It was a dark and rainy day No seriously, it really was a dark and rainy day, a Sunday to be exact, and I had just arrived at Glasgow Queen Street train station, getting picked up by my two friends D and P. I grabbed a coffee from the station's Costa coffee shop and made... Continue Reading →