Tales of the Urban Explorer: The Gringos Hideout
The building, the church, the ‘thing’ in the middle of nowhere; what can I call this one?
I spotted this, whatever you want to call it while driving through the central areas of Lanzarote in early January 2020.
There were a few domestic houses close by but were blindsided to my parking location. It looked empty and the ‘Prohibido El Paso’ signs confirmed this, or did they?
Google translate says, ‘No Trespassing’. I would have to be careful but at the time had no clue what the law was in Spain and could only guess at the translation. Today, I spotted this piece of info on 28dayslater.
From what I understand it's more or less the same as England and Wales, not really an issue unless you are on Government or Military property. If an owner catches you it's the usual verbal abuse, but he has the option to raise a Denuncia (a complaint to the police).
The police will consider if any action needs to be taken. At worst they might come and talk to you. However, the owner would have to get your details. I suppose if he saw you enter and then phoned the police rather than confronting you, you'd then talk to the police directly.
@bingbabe was refusing to accompany me on this one so I started making my way toward the building walking past ‘Prohibido El Paso’ in earnest.
I had a feeling that I was in Mexico or somewhere and Gringo’s were going to walk out with guns and start taking shots. It was that kind of atmosphere, quiet, dusty, a little breeze…., too quiet.
The left side of the building showed me a courtyard within but I felt there was an easier way inside than having my knackers chopped off scrambling over this fencing.
See the chink in the armour? It was a tight old squeeze getting through and as I was wearing shorts, could easily have gotten a bad scratch or two.
So I was not the first explorer to have a look around. You get to notice things like this after you have done several.
Considering things decay at a much lesser speed than in the UK, I had to wonder just how long this had been abandoned. I mean it was a real wreck inside the courtyard.
I found a small inside section but it was dark and I had no lights. The main doors were sealed and I wasn’t going to force anything open.
This door was ajar and after shifting all those prickly bramble things yielded a big boring nothing.
Is this an effective way of keeping people out? I mean talk about improvisation in less than ten minutes!
I did go up the stairs even though they were wooden and creaky as hell. Halfway up I figured I would be sticking out like a sore thumb waving, ‘hey look I’m in here’
Better not, besides what's on the roof other than a view?
Some areas were more secure than others. I did peek into the inner house and caught sight of little other than dust, but it was inaccessible.
There were no bars of gold stolen from the bank of El Paso.
This little holed area contained nothing other than the stale smell of piss. At least I was spared looking at someone's excrement.
So what is this building, I still can't give it a name? In times like these, you need to improvise and that depends on your mood, feelings and the personal experience attained.
I think what I chose sums it up quite well.
The gates say to me church, but it is most definitely not one of those. I have been to better locations but it was still worth the stop to have a nosy about.
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