I had to crop my partner in crime out of this picture since it is strictly forbidden to take pix of her. This is one of many instances that will be added to the list of things I will one day have to be punished for, I'm sure.
This place has been out of business for a few years, has been trashed pretty bad and is in the process of being demolished. If there's one thing that I really, really don't get about abandoned building, it's the joy that people seem to take in destruction and just trashing a place. It's pretty fucked up.
As I said: demolition. But this doesnt seem to make a lot of sense.
An abondoned grand?!?! Why?! This place is stripped, but they left a grand. This is very nearly a crime.
As we got over to the north-eastern section of the hotel I was a little relieved to see the source of the funny sounds that got me a little on edge downstairs. There are doors slamming everywhere as it's a windy day outside.
Soon after posting the picture below on facebook I got a message from a worried aunt jumping to the somewhat logical conclusion that this place must be dangerous if bathtubs are falling from the ceiling... However, we actually checked the room above. It had a bathtub, so what exactly happened here beats me.
After we've mostly finished with all four floors, Ramona has one last wish before we go. I was getting a little jumpy when we started in the basement and she just wants to check out a few more room. Coming down the stairs, she heads right and enters a short corridor she proceeds to check out a room to her right at the very end and I turn my head to the left to see that the door on the far end, a few meters away is slowly starting to slide open. For a second I'm having a horror movie moment. The Shining comes to mind, and "Fritt Vilt" (Cold Prey), a Norwegian horror movie set in an abandoned mountain resort that happens to have a serial killer living in the basement. Turns out the room behind that door has a massive hole in the wall.
