I learned about Janubio Salt Works after doing a quick scan of anything Urbex related on the island of Lanzarote.
To be honest I was not expecting much having viewed a few snaps of this old rig (cover shot) which looks more like a machine gun turret gone bad.
Janubio Beach is quite clearly marked on the map and so I made a beeline with a moaning @bingbabe in tow. Little did I know that this black-sand beach is a haunt for the pensioners’ nudist crew.
As we were not heading in the beach direction we would be spared the lolling cocks, potato sacked balls and saggy boobs typically displayed by the over 60 crew who like to show off their aging bodies.
Our rental car was not keen on the crappy potholed roads and I was glad to arrive at the makeshift car park spotting a dodgy-looking building on the way.
Janubio salt flats are the biggest salt flats still producing in the Canary Islands. Their amazing colours are a must-see for tourists in Lanzarote.
Lanzarote’s salt industry started to disappear with the emergence of modern conservation techniques.
The view was dramatic and I could see my target far in the distance as well as the now disused salt flats for what looked like several miles.
But first thing is first. The ropey looking building needed a visit and I was hoping nobody was bedding down in there.
Bonacure? This company makes hair repair products. What is that doing in here?
Christ knows what the plastic bottles were. Perhaps the past inhabitants were a thirsty lot and left when the water stash ran dry?
Having no second storey I left the shell quite quickly to join @bingbabe who was too scared to accompany me in there, but still posed outside yet another wreck.
We made our way past gruesome looks swamps that may have been teeming with crocodiles.
I edged down to this one in order to take a snap of the sludgy slimy stuff. It was lovely and colourful but I wouldn't want to take a drink.
Nearby signs were stating this was a bird sanctuary but none said we can't walk here, so we continued to the mine or whatever it was in the distance.
These are the salt flats that are no longer used. Not all are like this which we would later discover.
As we approached the mine or guard towers I like to call them I could see there was little left.
Besides a big pile of rust, there was still a single building intact with a dodgy stone stairway leading to the roof.
@bingbabe scampered lightly up with me in tow following gingerly. It was quite windy and I do have a height problem. Wind makes it all the worse.
The view from the top afforded a decent view across the… was it a lake?
That should have been it but I spotted a very mundane looking building at least a mile away on the far side and suggested we go have a look.
As we had little else to do @bingbabe agreed if only for the walk. It was not too hot and we had some water supplies.
The trip across the lake would take us into prohibited territory although we had no idea about this at the time.
What we found was a whole load more interesting and I would have been pissed off if I had missed it.
To be continued...
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