A light was flashing. Flash flash fucking flash you're a noob flash flash flash. The light was well within its right to do so though and to proudly serve the purpose for which it was placed. The light you see was attached to the top of a large black dildo looking dong object bolted lengthways onto the wall. Opposite dong number one, attached to the facing wall was dong number two. Between said dongs was the invisible dong barrier. I refer to them as such because our noobidity had put us in the prime position to get royally fucked. I know exactly how and why this occurred; ironically because we'd been too busy watching our asses and not our damn noses. Let me explain.

Shortly after fleeing workers in Molitor Station, Paris Metro.

It was shortly after midnight, when the train platforms thin of commuters and the workers emerge from their holes to go about their business. There is a slight overlap between these when the last of us, the commuters, and they, the first of the workers, co-inhabit the platforms. A single worker milled around the western end of the platform, shuffling piece of equipment in and out of his work room. He'd noticed our arrival of course since there's precious little else to notice around this time of night. Not that we were particularly interesting in any way but he was certainly aware of our presence.

Though we chose a convenient moment in his to-ing and fro-ing to rapidly depart the platform into the tunnels, he would find it awfully suspicious we simply vanished during the 20 seconds he was in his workroom, particularly as no trains had come or gone. So running down the tunnel, skipping from sleeper to sleeper, looking over our shoulder for Mr Worker we hit the required jiggawatts and accelerated through the dong barrier. In smashing the dong barrier there was no thunder clap, no streaks of reality, no distortion of the time-space continuum, no decrease in gravity, no collapse of the astral planes; just a solitary visible light flashing at us.

Shortly after fleeing workers in the abandoned Molitor station, Paris Metro.

This may seem like an excuse for noob action and I understand that but in reality it's just an example of dumb ass complacency spawned by months of getting buckwild in the system. The one thing they actually seem to give a fuck about here isn't Oh My God Teh Terr0ristz, it's graffiti on their shiny white trains. So really we should have known better since our destination was in the immediate vicinity of a train yard. The alarm we tripped had probably caused a chain reaction of flashing lights on a panel elsewhere, indicating the dong-barrier had only been tripped to half its height and whatever or whoever just passed through was clearly not a train, irrespective of any choochoo noises made by said man-train.

Now there's white chalky dust all over your black clothes you're at the doorstep of my favourite abandoned station of th...

Still, hopefully nobody would notice, realise or care and if they did we'd be long gone. Besides, retreating on account of one flashing light seemed pissweak. This may be France but I'm still according to my passport a true blue dinky die aussie cobber, committed to upholding that digger spirit. Shrimp, barbies and she'll be farkin right mate.

If you're chasing trains, this is a good place to aim for. Watch out of the cleaners though, just because the trains are...

Ah Molitor, the most fun station in the paris metro. Almost no graffiti and guaranteed excitement every single time. Plu...

This my friends is Molitor, hardest of the abandoned stations. We'd never heard of anyone exploring Molitor and the lack of graffiti suggests the writers don't generally bother either. Google image search turns up some RATP tour photos and little else. According to Magic Paris by Jean-Christophe Patat "The legend even says that you can climb down the lycee's (high school's) main stair to the station". We didn't notice any surface access and other than the platform itself there is little to see. Like Haxo this station was never used so the facilities are a little sparse. Unless you're one to bust out triple-ply soakers at the sight of gleaming white rolling stock, then you're in for a treat. A quick look was sufficient as our presence under the platfrom's security cameras was a nagging problem. With the heart pounding away at 200bpm we took flight south down the Voie Murat.

I'd neatly copied a map of the surrounding tunnels and the Voie Murat onto a small scrap of paper folded in my chest pocket. In case of capture I was to eat the paper and claim we were looking for the bathroom. The Artline pen I'd used said the ink was non-toxic but considering the rest of the night's activities I don't know why I bothered to check.

The Voie Murat is much longer than my hastily scrawled map suggests and through a dozen full length trains we snaked, dodging the cameras frequently bolted to the tunnel wall. By climbing over the couplings or walking through the trains themselves we avoided the cameras but not the dong barrier infestations which sprout up between the nose of one train and the ass of the next. Passing them isn't too difficult if you're athletically inclined. For sake of brevity one method is depicted below, discovery of other methods is left to the reader. A word of advice however, the choo-choo noises won't fool 'em.

A two-pronged dong barrier defence system, the failures of which should be clear. Naturally if one were in a real hurry ...

With various conspirators I returned twice more to Molitor and both were nail biting experiences. The first time we encountered cleaners in the old station and spent an hour lying on the floor of a train carriage hoping the broom wielding cleaner ninjas wouldn't bust in on us.

The Voie de Murat is literally packed with trains, this was the last one in the tunnel before we flew south into the clu...

The second we were separated and pinned down in the approach tunnel by a late train coming in for overnight storage. The driver knew something was up as he parked, exited the train, walked towards us, paused for a while then turned around and walked quickly off the other way. While heard us running off, our unorthodox and circuitous route to the surface guaranteed that nobody would catch us before we vanished.

A lot of nights the metro is a waiting game. Timing is everything.

Of all Paris' abandoned stations Molitor is the king and my favourite. The tiles, the trains, the challenge, dodging cameras and wall mounted dildos, the fact it was built and never even used, the closeness to the yard which guarantees activity and trains passing in and out. As I've said before the metro is more about the experience and the adventure than the places themselves. We'll always return to places like Molitor and while the space may never change each trip will be a unique nerve racking, adrenaline pumping adventure. And that's the point, n'est-ce pas?

About the author

Found frigid and dying in the snow by a passing missionary at the abandoned Soviet airbase in Choir, Mongolia, little dsankt never had a chance. The Dreams Foundation granted his wish to one day travel the world, thinking he'd only last a month or so. To everyone's amazement he's still going strong. When asked for comment the foundation's treasurer would only say, "The little mongrel cunt just won't fucking die, it's costing us a fortune!"

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snapon   2010-09-09 06:10
Awesome, some of the best Metro photos I've seen. I'm guessing the first two were shot with Big L?
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:29
Indeed they were. Unfortunately html isn't avaialble to you in the comments to make that lil L red (and god I know you want to). I can manually edit it, if you like?
Sledgy   2010-09-09 06:47
Epic. But when isnt shit from the Metro epic? Well done.
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:30
So very true, the Metro does all the work really - we just turn up and take it all in.
Speedio   2010-09-09 07:03
You talk alot of sense in this one, i like it!
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:30
That's a good change I guess, normally it's utter trash!
S///   2010-09-09 08:35
Dem 'dong barriers' s'only 1/3 of the height of dem ones wot they rock under London... Otherwise id be down inside the Wood Lane and Triangulate yards beneath West London innit blud ;) Fuckin niiice werk! :D
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:31
3 times the height... your tunnels are smaller. I'm calling bullshit on this ;) Cheers cap'n Westminster.
morse   2010-09-09 08:46
that was a sick bedtime story!
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:34
Man if this shit put you to sleep then you're beyond help!
Jayefx   2011-09-10 15:15
this is actually an awesome bedtime story, everything on sleepycity makes me feel calm and sleepy, or maybe it's just the expert photography making my brain release melatonin.
dsankt   2011-09-10 17:10
Damn this is becoming a recurring theme. Perhaps I need to step it up a notch.
TOKAS   2010-09-09 08:58
You have balls-o-steel. Epic. Awesome. Insert other adjectives here as appropriate.
imprez   2010-09-09 09:49
solid work as usual DS, you keep right on fuckin' up them evil, evil dongs.
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:32
You know as well as I that it's merely a numbers game. Enough time in the system will get you results and eventually capture. The dongs always win in the end.
Shinx   2010-09-09 10:51
Deliciousness of underground stations, God I hate Australia. Nice work, mate, love it!
dsankt   2010-09-09 20:33
There's always the tunnels from Roma-Central and Brunswick to Central. They were doable last I tried but that was a while ago now.
SuspiciousMinds   2010-09-10 00:36
Benchmark photo's and dito story, I'll give you that.
dsankt   2010-09-10 00:56
Cheers, you can give me more if you like ;)
Bhv   2010-09-10 01:37
At last, you got evidence that Hount needs an exorcist. He's walking on walls, head spinning, saying nasty words. :) BTW, I love your pictures Ds.
dsankt   2010-09-10 02:24
We've all known for years that it's true. Thanks professeur BHV!
Winch   2010-09-10 20:44
Loving the constant pouring out of juicy metro goodness here. Nice work.
BigLoada   2010-09-14 06:39
Damned fine ideed! The idea of glowing black dildoes already had me juiced up, until I saw the pics, which just made me explode on my monitor.
dsankt   2010-09-14 07:22
If you're a hardcore spicy curry man, then you best wipe that shit off asap before it eats through the screen.
jannx aka jannx   2010-09-15 02:22
ds, as always 'unending excellence' ! BTW: the best damn "tripod" portrait ever in yr first foty thx for the tour! ;D
Zodiac   2010-09-16 23:14
The 4th and the 5th picture make these mf67s look like they're bursting out of the light. That confirms what I've always thought: they come from heaven.
hount   2010-09-20 21:53
fucking good picture :) thanks bhv, i think you are the best for exorcise me in your institut
dsankt   2010-09-26 19:35
haha, shouts to the BHV.
squeak   2010-10-21 19:15
Your spelling is wrong: N'EST CE PAS ? Great story, great pictures.
dsankt   2010-10-21 19:56
Too many mornings falling alseep in french class after playing all night in the metro ;)
agour   2010-11-04 09:35
Awesome stuff as usual!
Winch   2011-03-21 11:44
Other methods tried, tested and trusted :)
Agnes   2012-06-07 07:51
That confirms what I've always thought: they come from heaven.
Gerv   2012-10-18 04:03
Great read! Killer shots.
エルメスバッグ   2012-12-12 07:06
Awesome,I am very impressed to your post and appreciate to you also such a great sharing.
suhail   2013-08-15 21:27
The driver knew something was up as he parked, exited the train, walked towards us, paused for a while then turned around and walked quickly off the other way.
Thank You Notes   2014-05-05 10:47
Excellent post.This was actually what I was looking for, and I am glad that I finally came on this website! I love your work.