Tales of the Urban Explorer: Janubio Salt Works (Part One)
We made our way around the lake or was it just the overflow of the sea, I couldn't be sure but I'm guessing it was salty.
After 20 minutes or so we found ourselves on a makeshift road.
The boring looking building was a little ways down on the right and I had a feeling about it. What was in there, just a car or other things?
As it turns out, a whole lot more and mostly heavy engineering gear that had rusted badly. I guess all the salt in the area was hardly helping its cause.
We found THEE rust mobiles in this building that housed a lot more than it seemed capable of doing so.
One was an old fiat, the other a Volkswagen van I think, and the third I'm not so sure about.
We spent around half an hour in this old wreck of a building with the sun's glare annoyingly getting in the way of some of my photography.
I had no lights but there always seemed just enough filtering through the cracks and holes in the roof and walls to suffice.
Some of this machinery hails from the United Kingdom, it was barely legible but I could make it out… just.
This little capsule has survived quite well with just a little graffiti decorating the walls. Like some others, it’s too far out of the way to attract the vandals and idiots who like to desecrate old shrines like this.
We continued down the ‘Road to Nowhere’ to find ourselves in the salt fields proper. There was what looked like some functioning machinery but it was far in the distance.
Surely they wouldn’t mind us mooching around a little?
A couple of stoutish blokes were pointing at us on a remote embankment, and one made a move to descend but promptly fell on his arse slipping partially down while his mate seemed to find it funny.
Stout bloke #1 appeared to curse and give up. He scrambled up the bank and both were soon gone. What was that all about?
Meanwhile, I had spotted some more wrecked looking buildings behind the huge salt pillar and like any real explorer went to have a look.
One of them was accessible but it was a squeeze to fit through the narrow doorway which was partially jammed.
I took a deep breath and edged past the jagged shard of glass and wood that threatened to impale me if I dared to breathe out.
This looked like it was a supplier of doors, windows and maybe even toilets. There was little in the form of personal items inside and one room was so black I daren’t go inside without any lighting.
I guess it had been empty for some time looking at the state of the decay.
After finding the other building beforehand, the old door supplier was a little dull.
We made our way back up the ‘Road to Nowhere’ and noticed a few rusty bits of engineering sitting on the ground.
Reaching almost the sea, I could see the area we had been in was chained off and a sign proclaiming, 'Authorised Personnel Only' was looking at us.
Ah well, I guess that’s nothing more than what I usually see in the UK. It was worth heading down the road just to look in the boring looking building.
You never know what’s inside unless you have a look.
You see… all this makes a change from lounging around by the pool, getting pissed, and redder by the minute…
Urban Exploration will be part of my holiday destinations wherever I go, once it's in your blood, you cant extract it.
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