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Evening all, hope we are all having a lovely juan. right it's been a week since RAWs went up and its been a couple o' few weeks since my last report so thought i'd fire something up from weekend before last weekends 36 hour hop into france. pretty banging 36 hours really, got round a prison, a chateau and then went to an awesome party, more than most normal people get done in 36 hours anyway History. -right i just spent about 20mins digging through old reports trying to find some half decent history on the place which i could steal but cant see much about, all i found is that the place closed in 2011 and housed around 1500 inmates. As you will see the place is well buggered now, absolutely trashed and covered head to toe in graff, that said i cant speak for the womens side as we didn't get in there. The explore. Explored with Maniac, the_raw and elliot5200. Twas an early start on the morn of our departure and after good floor kipping session at the behest of mr manics hospitality we were well on our way to the tunnel. Landed in the general area of the prison around 11 and after picking up some lunch supplies and wandering around a car park looking for a bog for 20 mins we headed off towards the prison, as most will know there's a lovely little group of romany gypsys planted in the car park of the prison, heard stories of explorers getting corned in cells by them and shit so were a little bit on the ball, kept a a keen eye on the carpark as we scooted around to the access the place is pretty much wheelchair friendly now which made life easy but will have also lended to the reasons the place is so buggered. Once inside the main building we all kind of wandered off and got our shots, nothing particularly exciting went down, bumped into a few french explorers, had lunch at the centre of were the wings meet up, i got a boner when i found a puddle and that was about it. As trashed as it is i really enjoyed our few hour mooch in here, something a bit different, definitely would have been nice to get in the womens section but we were in a bit of a rush as we wanted to tick off a chateau before heading to our party destination. So yeah that was about it, no medieval style clashes with pikeys, no seccas chases, no horrific accidents-no ghosts, just a nice little mooch around an empty prison taking photos, smoking fags and eating chess n ham namwiches could have spent longer here i reckon, we saw a ladder for the roof but needed to get on the road to our next destination so skipped that, i'd defo go again if i was in the area. As for the infamous H15 carpark gypsies, i honestly think they are so used to people going in there the couldnt give a flying funk any more. Explorers and graffers have been going in for a few years now, we saw 2 possibly 3 other groups of french explorers in there as well as us- and that was just in the space of 2/3 hours. I hadn't seen a report for a while but this place obviously still major tour bus, just think the gypos are past caring who's snooping about, i blatantly got spotted up a watch tower by one of them and he didn't bat an eye. right then, on with a load of very similar pics of cell blocks with loads of infinity lines and wonky symmetry : P my sensor is pissed in my camera so horizontal parallel lines taper one side-AND ITS CLUCKIN WELL ANNOYING!! Graff on the way in Portrait with bogs in nets Cell internal w/ BOG Top floor landing Cell internal graff face Cage to wings from central hub Ground shot with naturally back lit netting wide hallway with holding cells Holding cell Stairway to landing Peeley paint radiator S**t house Ariel dick Cells from landing cell internal Cell door awesome landing Stairs one for the reflection selection Thanks for looking kids, take it sleazy
How to post a report using Flickr Flickr seems to change every time the wind changes direction so here's a quick guide on how to use it to post a report... Step 1 - Explore and take pictures Step 2 - Upload your chosen pictures to Flickr like this.. Step 3 - Once your images are successfully uploaded to flickr choose a category for the location that you have visited... Step 4 - Then "Start New Topic".. You will then see this screen... Step 5 - Now you are ready to add the image "links", known as "BBcodes", which allow your images to display correctly on forums.. Step 6 - Then click "select" followed by "view on photo page".. Now select "Share" shown below.. Step 7-13 - You will then see this screen... Just repeat those steps for each image until you're happy with your report and click "submit topic"! You can edit your report for 24 hours after posting to correct errors. If you notice a mistake outside of this window contact a moderator and they will happily rectify the problem for you
Visited with Donna as the last stop on the Lock Stock and 2 Smokin Outfits Tour! We had heard that the WomenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Wing of the prison that had been sealed on my 2 previous visits here was once again openÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ We took a chance and thankfully the information was correct and we spent the morning looking around that side before making our way over to the menÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s side to grab a few shots and see how bad things had got thereÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Really glad I managed to see the rest of this place, the WomenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s side was at the point of this visit in much better condition than the menÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s side, the evidence of the Police firearms training by way of spent shotgun shells, flash bang grenades and targets riddled with bullets made for an interesting twist . One of the highlights had to be the silver cell featured below, someone had sprayed the entire room silver top to bottom including all fixtures and fittings! there was a note saying take photos but do not damage on the outside of the door . 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. Just before I left I was detained by the french police ... 17. Larger, higher res versions of these and more photos from this location on my blog post: http://www.proj3ctm4yh3m.com/urbex/2014/05/06/urbex-prison-h15-france-march-2014-revisit-2/ Thanks for looking
Of the whole European road-trip, there was one site in particular I was ridiculously excited to see. In terms of exploring a building that you would not normally get to see, it does not get much better than a full-blown prison. The irony of spending weeks researching and planning how we were to get into the place was also beautifully ironic. Right up until the night before, we were weighing up the viability of driving to France and using up a valuable (in urban exploring terms) early morning for this place. Our local contacts gave conflicting reports regarding the current state of play here and, while we were immensely grateful to have such information, we saw it as a gamble. Would we get inside? Would we get there and find it sealed? Would we bump into unfriendly locals? Sometimes, when the prize is grand enough, it's worth taking the gamble. And, so, we got up early in the morning after not nearly enough sleep and set off towards France. As we did an initial drive past the grounds surrounding the prison we saw our biggest potential problem - a camp (or should I say, shanty town) of literally hundreds of caravans, tents and tarpaulins. Right at the front gates of the prison - a giant mass of travellers. When I say that they posed a potential problem, rest assured this is not some hasty generalisation. Far from it. As I say, we had been doing quite a bit of research about this place and there were numerous accounts explorers being confronted by those from the camp who were liberating the valuable material throughout the prison. On top of all this, there were also reports that the prison was frequented by the local police for live firearms training! If nothing else, this was to be a little more exciting than your average Sunday morning. We parked up and met up with a couple of explorers who had travelled down from Holland to spend the day exploring with us. In such a niche pastime it's always nice to meet like-minded folk to share stories and tips. It's also very nice indeed when they bring a massive delicious apricot pie to share amongst the group. I fully support this becoming a regular form of exchange when meeting up! Anyhow, we all exchanged greetings and introductions and set off into the unknown. As it happened, our worst fears were thankfully unfounded. Making our way inside, we soon found ourselves in the grand dechagonal central hall. Looking up, the ceiling was surprisingly grand for such a utilitarian building. Squint and you could almost have been in a cathedral - albeit a high-security cathedral with one of the country's most dangerous congregations. Leaving the central hall, I ventured out into one of the large wings of cells. Despite the decay and the graffiti there was no mistaking what this place was for. Few buildings are as instantly recognisable. The rows of closely spaced, heavy metal doors with the tiny viewing windows. The railings and, looking down past them, the netting stretching across the central gap - to catch any thrown projectiles, I would assume. There really was no mistaking where we were and what this building was only a few short years ago. Little clues as to the lives of those incarcerated here were dotted about the place. Walls were decorated with magazine cut-outs of fast cars and bikini-clad women. It only takes small details such as this to pull you straight into the world of the cell's final occupant. As I examined the pictures and stared out the small window at the bleak view outside, I was met with a strange kind of empathy for the unknown occupant. It was futile, I know, but I wanted to know more. What was his name? His crime? Did his family visit him often? How did he feel to be waking up inside this room day after day? I would never have my answers but just immersing myself in his cell brought these questions into sharp focus. As I explored further into the prison, I found myself moving away from the rest of the group exploring on my own along corridors which had the sunlight boarded out. I made my way carefully through pitch black jungles of uprooted cables and collapsed ceiling supports. Once I found the sanctuary of sunlight I gathered myself and gauged where about I was. I looked around and peered out the window. Oh crap! I had been happily ambling along towards the very front of the prison. Meaning I now found myself, alone and out of earshot, right next to Traveller City and with a load of valuable equipment. This was not at all part of the plan. I don't usually worry too much about the ever-present possibility of running into unfriendly scrap thieves in a derelict building - but then, I would not normally be alone, and would not normally have the language barrier to contend with...and there would not normally be 500 of them parked next door! I froze and trained my ears on any noises I could make out. Was anyone else inside the building at this end? Is that the noise of footsteps or chains banging in the wind? What was that loud popping sound? Wait, there it was again! Is that...it's bloody gunfire! Jesus! What have I gotten myself into? Adrenaline levels at 11, I quickly made my way through the front section of the prison. It seemed to be made up of a mixture of kitchens, administration, medical rooms and shower blocks. I tried to get a few interesting photos but have to admit I was more than a little distracted by the gunfire and threat of angry scrap thieves around every corner. My fight or flight response was pushing increasingly towards the flight end of the spectrum...and it was awesome. I have said it before but it bares repeating - this is the sole reason I don't get too excited by computer games any more. They just seem a bit pointless when you can actually do this stuff for real. Bollocks to paint-ball and the like too - if you want to feel a genuine rush of exhilaration, as far as I am concerned, you need genuine danger. Not a sanitised, watered down version mass-produced for the XBox or organised for corporate team-building events. I find too much of today's society is risk-assessed and we have gotten to the point where there is an unwritten contract within society whereby we expect danger should simply not exists - anywhere. I disagree with that at a very fundamental level. Genuine danger is useful, it's character building, it's exciting, it trains you to think hard about problems since there is no safety net. Anyhow, checking the time I realised I should be getting back to meet the others. I made my way back retracing my steps back to the front door, back along the dark treacherous corridor and back to the atrium. Or at least, that was the idea. However, once I got back to the barred gates to the atrium I found they were locked. I could have sworn I came through this gate to get in. Maybe it was via one of these side rooms! Yeah that was it....or not - none seemed to lead anywhere. As I searched for the way back I began to get increasingly concerned. I had no intention whatsoever of becoming locked inside a disused prison. I put down my things, turned the torch back on and tried to take stock. I was relieved to see there was a single bar missing near the base of the gate. It certainly was not how I had gotten into the corridor and it would be a squeeze but it would do. So, I forced my podgey torso through the gap and dragged my camera and bag after me. I found the others who were setting up for the obligatory group shots. We took a few final shots around what appeared to be the high-security isolation wing as we reluctantly drifted towards the exit. It was very difficult to drag ourselves away as there was clearly so much more we simply had not had the time to see but, the schedule had already been agreed and there was plenty more to see and it was already the afternoon so we bid the place 'au revoir'. Thanks MrD