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His suggestion we lacked balls confused us greatly, as those who go head to head with the rolling stock in the grimy, dimly lit, alcoveless metro tunnels are usually not short on testicular fortitude, figuratively...

A night of stories, laughs and meat as a group celebrate nothing in particular at La Gare Royale in Belgium.

The Balkan states offer something far different to what one often finds in western Europe and as some of the comments on part one indicate, exploring this quieter region results in far less EPIC locations and photos....

The inhabitants produced a battered old mobile phone and with the help of their english speaking friend we managed to explain our intentions, simply being to have a look at the old plant and take some photos. They...

Objekat 505 is the largest airbase in former Yugoslavia and today sits derelict and neglected, a sad fate for 20 years of work and $6b. Built upon this location to defend the nearby Celopek radar station, it was able...

While the predictable trips through nearby Belgium and France are loaded with amazing places to see, we craved something more exotic, more foreign and further afield. With a few points scribbled on a map we would set...

I squandered my precious years with a silk noose around my neck. It was Hugo Boss if you're wondering, but nobody ever did and the label was on the back anyways.

Our advertising overloars have deployed their minions all over paris to propagate the command that all peons must all observe our consomer duty to VISITEZ L OPERA DE PARIS. Do it pleb.

Marshall and snappel slept beside me, tucked away on the elevated walkway bridging the two platforms of Oslos abandoned metro station Valkyrie Plass.

As one of those not fortunate enough to hold an EU passport 2009 saw a return to Austraila on an unwanted but much needed bureaucratic visa seeking mission, one far more stressful than the usual recounted on this site.

For years my dreams were haunted by New York's 1883 stonework masterpiece. Finally they're over, welcome to The B.

After the debacle departing paris we discussed taking it easy in NYC... yeah fucking right. NYC Subway's showpiece - City Hall IRT.

New Yorks famous Freedom Tunnel gets another visit before the Amtrak came through for the buff.

South of NYC we met with an old friend of mine, Yaggy, and went to have a peek at his baby - the Eagle River PS.

An article published in 2005 claimed the Hell Gate Bridge would survive at least 1000 years if we all vanished tomorrow. If you're ever motivated enough to see it in person you'll believe it.

After more than three years away stalking across the globe, I was returning to a home only such by virtue of growing up there, when in truth I had little home at all.

Chemicals and emotions rushed through my body, fear, excitement, adrenaline - could we really do this? The doubts withered quickly as SL clipped into the first bolt and begin to climb.

Finally, the combined results of countless nights of busting up pure metro filth. This is the piece by piece demolition of the paris metro.

If you're on the continent and without a vehicle there are plenty of means by which to reach your destination. The one you want to try at least once is the hitch.

Probing the edges of system late one night we found her, The One. That place in the system which sets itself apart from the rest. Like NYC's City Hall or Sydney's St James, this is Paris' jewel. An abandoned tunnel...

Of course, there's much more to The Underground than abandoned stations and zero clearance tunnels. Find the abandoned tunnels and there's space aplenty.

It's no real secret to anyone who knows me well but I've hung out with writers since before I was involved in the stuff you'll find posted here on the regular. Unsurprisingly, I've got a few photos. All from australia...

Whether you're hacking transit systems or computer systems they all have little cracks, small fissures large enough to wriggle your fingers into and force apart large enough to sneak a small peek into what lies...

I'd neatly copied a map of the surrounding tunnels 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...

Slacks switched for 'sploring garb I ditched work, took sign in hand, assumed the requisite roadside position and launched the hitch trip. I hadn't tested the legibility range of my signage but it was white, the...

My piece of shit skate shoes failed me and I ended up with a half inch deep hole in the sole of my foot, courtesy of the spiky cunt fence which surrounds the entrance. Wackness.

In a small diversion from the metro onslaught I thought I'd drop something a littler different, a little grimmer and a little well, duller - the Nazi U-Boat base at La Rochelle.

What the soldiers found that day was so horrific, so evil, that it would be almost banished from the history books altogether. The institution was in fact using the isolated space as an experimental lab, hidden far...

Today's date was there on the very last row. Check in time - 7pm. Checkout time - blank. Nom de gardien, nom de chien. Name of guard, name of dog. Name Of Dog. We ran.

A quick trip to Belgium delivers a few tasty bouchees and the end of a long quest in search of liquid silvery goodness, mercury.

The most interesting thing in the system is, to the foamers delight, the trains. Were half chubby at the merest hint of laid up stock, so what? As you have read in the previous chapters of metro demolition we spent a...

Back in 2008 while living in London I had the fortune of being invited with a Yorkshire caving group to a through trip of the Croesor-Rhosydd Mines. On this trip I met a lively fellow by the name of Ian Bishop.

Out on the western side of the metro map sits a small odd looking piece of track which always interested us. Originally Porte Maillot station was the western terminus of line one, with two platforms connected by a...

Firstly, I have a new camera. Secondly, I am part owner of a hamster, or full owner of a part-hamster. Thirdly, sleepycity has seen some recent changes.

Constructed in 1920 on the line between Porte de Lilas and Pre Saint Gervais, Haxo is one of two stations in the metro which was built but never finished nor opened to the public.

The tease, the promise, the chance for major league geyser inducing bustage was too great. Redundant SRT gear would be bought, credit card debt be damned. Motherfucking metro would be demolished.

Lighting ops prevailed at higher, more illuminated elevations so arms overflowing with specimen jars we tottered upwards splishing and sploshing formaldehyde left, right and center. Inter-jar decanting of said...

The small section of line 12 which passes under the Seine is an interesting one because unlike the rest of the system its constructed of bolted together iron rings which resemble The Tube of London. As we wanted to...

Further investigation by say, shutting the system and checking the tunnels seemed unlikely but common sense suggests kicking around the system near an area under suspicions of terrorist activity was fucken dumb no...

Rounding out the subject of the previous post - raccords, this is the nicest in the system. Quite long and, at the eastern end, double track. This is the only double track raccord in the system. The western end is one...

Wishing you and yours a merry xmas, and hoping youre trampled to death in a boxing day sale for cheap consumer goods!

In addition to the many abandoned stations the system has what are known as Les Raccordements, or just raccords. As the name suggests theyre linking tunnels, which span between lines to enable easy movement of trains...

The abandoned stations of the Parisian Metro are not for the meek but take heart, the ones shown below are the easiest of the bunch.

The Life and Leisure pullout of the New York Times Financial Review called it the impossible-to-get-into-art-dining-experience. Nomiya, the single table restaurant perched atop the Palais de Tokyo overlooking the...

If youve seen Drainor #2 you know Paris has no shortage of storm and sewers but this, this is special.

A small collection of miscellaneous sites in paris poked, prodded and photographed.

This little gem of a house lay empty and waiting, offering power, water, shelter and convenience at the modest expense of security, mold and luxury. I couldnt believe this gorgeous little house could lie unloved for...

The first stones were laid in 1758, which to gain proper perspective, was a dozen years before ol mate Captain James Cook the pied piper of convicts led us evil-doers across the seas and founded a great land on...

Hear ye hear ye, bring out your dead! Or at least the bits you can find. Everything accepted, no questions asked.

Luck, fate, destiny, the gods will... attribute this mess to what you like but Im not happy with the universe making decisions for me. Sometimes though, a scapegoat on which to redirect the blame would be appreciated.

This thing we call exploring. What is it exactly? Surely its more than moldy old books, history nerds, flickr sets and big upping oneself on the tubes. A week or two in Englands north always helps to redefine whats...

The following classification levels have been legislated. Please read this document carefully as it pertains to all those who wish to use the popular title Urban Explorer (and of course the detestable term UEr/UEer)...

Chinngis Khan was plowing his mighty wang into my skull with feverish bloodlust. By the feel of it so were the Mongol hordes, and probably his horse. One eye socket for Chinngis, one for his steed. Wonderful. qx was...

With a hellish crosswind and long rolling hills our spirits took as much a battering as our bodies, day three was quickly dubbed the worst so far. I dropped my head, blasted out the fastest punk I could find on the...

The landscape is so vast and empty that we spotted Base 3 from ~5km away, a large dark mass of hazy shapes amongst the green rolling scenery. Up against the barbed wire fence skirting the bases perimeter we could see...

Green grass, blue sky, clement weather and pleasant hills rolling off into the distance. Mongolia: home of the windows XP desktop. A scene surely picturesque but one yourent (!) accustomed to finding here at...

Much has been written elsewhere about riding the transsiberian across Russia and for us, into Mongolia. Theres precious little exploring to be done on the train, save for walking up and down everyday testing the two...

This is why underground exploration is king, the extent of your exploration is unknown until you venture inside and have a peek. With a factory or a powerstation or an asylum the bounds of the site are clearly...

Like a rat up the drain pipe we climbed, up a drainpipe, to the roof access ladders whereupon we took stock of the situation. The powerstation billowed smoke into the night air to our left, the freight trains pulled...

"DRAINERS" proclaimed the sign in bold handwritten letters. It leapt out from the sea of bored men in cheap suits, many holding computer printed signs which lacked the charm of Moscowhites hand-drawn one. The drainers...

Kievs systems are mostly free of sanitary pollutants, which will raise or lower their attractiveness depending on your sewerfresh threshold and preference. The drain gods, sensing my thirst for the fresh and her...

As the most famous powerstation in the world, a monument to human hubris and something of a landmark amongst those obsessed with industrial ruins skipping chernobyl just wasnt an option.

Upon the tallest roof we started a fire, roasted sausages on sharpened twigs and exchanged stories with our hosts in combinations of english, russian, charades and the international language common amongst travelers...

His hands were thick and strong, veined and muscular. By local standards they werent working mans hands but their parched, rough surface scared the shit out of me. Unbidden I suffered visions of them snapping on the...

If predictability is your bread and butter, if the spontaneous and the surprising make you weak at the knees then the Metro/RER isnt for you. If however, you like your adventures to mirror the moniker then well get...

Then he started laughing. Whatever planet he was on life must be great but right there in the metro, 15 minutes before the service was to begin, this was absolutely fucking madness. The delirious bastard should have...

qx and I launched from our hiding space like rapists from a shrub, sprinting out onto the viaduct. We charged towards the red monster looming larger above us with every stride. Our plan summarised simply as: charge...

The first three days of my new life in Paris set the benchmark for many to follow. We pretended to drive trains, impressed children by riding between carriages, impressed their mothers less and played around some...

Bye Hackney Wick, sleeping on the floor for months, separating frozen chicken with a hammer and chisel, artfags, midnight basketball, trampolines in the kitchen, weekend learner drivers pottering around, that evil...

Leatheroaks, worldwide authority on all things rubbery and jockupable, would not be joining us but united by a love for the Fresh, 14 hardy drain explorers descended upon London for the most ambitious Drain Meet yet.

whub whub whub squark squark squark whub whub whub squark squark squark whub whub whub squark squark squark whub whub whub squark squark squark. Mad scientists, plushies rectally reamed with Relentless, angry...

Wildeyed and hyperventilating, you turn terrified to face the lights racing down the tunnel. Thundering towards you swaying side to side like a loping predator, eyes blazing, comes a London Underground train.

For those unacquainted with the 3rd rail, solid contact will straighten your nut hairs then leave you crispy and lifeless. In a nutshell the 3rd is human to bacon transmografier. Gingerly and with the delicious irony...

Could you survive a week without gas, power and water? Could you find water without a tap, food without supermarkets? Like the tattered newspaper blown down the deserted high street your money is worthless, a remnant...

Jondoe, Stoop and I wish we could indulge a harrowing story of danger and debauchery about this succulent piece of underground infrastructure but alas we have no recollection of relations with this tunnel. Shame,...

"Im glad I dont do that for a job" declared a casually dressed woman strolling past. Snappel, Loops and I stood around the cover inspecting a shaft, legit in thigh rubber and viz. We looked at each other and laughed....

Like running the subway, climbing bridges is fucking life affirming. Theyre often protected, well lit and difficult to bail from (minus the obvious). If youre seen by people or cameras heading up a bridge the first...

With Hount of Paris in tow Zero and I once again boarded the Micra and shot North from London in search of urbexy goodness.

The Croesor - Rhosydd through trip is a well established route within the British mine exploring community and one I was lucky enough to take recently. Through a work connection I was invited to attend with a group of...

Take a quick look at Teh Map (haha good luck sucker) and youll notice a long blue line, indicating a storm relief sewer running through Tower Hamlets and north up into Hackney. This monster is Deep Ochre.

With not a care in the world I grasped the wooden rungs of the ladder and let my mind go blank. I looked calmly down through the rungs at the potential 30+ level fall to my death.

Mort was surely a cantankerous bastard in life, hes a damn sight more unhappy in death. You would be too left underground for a couple of hundred years with corpsejuice dripping on your skull. He took one glance at...

Overseas travel has a funny knack of dropping you into situations youd never expect. Ask me two years ago if I ever expected to be paddling furiously through a crumbling canal tunnel in a rapidly deflating boat while...

The small world of airship disaster real estate is dominated by the Hindenburg though its behind R101 on the fatality leader board. Also, batman.

The Mills innard are sparse, to match the floor in parts. A nighttime assault could quite easily leave you quiet and lifeless like the building itself. Long falls await the reckless, floors structurally supported by...

The death bell rings and the wrecking ball swings down upon The Hill. Cane Hill, widely considered the best asylum in the UK is falling. It offers far more than most can - gurneys, chairs, mortuary tables, patient...

England delivers. Small town, big town, no town. Take a dart, close your eyes and hurl it lazily at the road atlas. Grab your joystick and blast a volley of man missile from the hip at gmaps if thats your style. From...

Take one Australian (me), two Canadians (Mutt and Detroit) and a hirecar with unlimited mileage, bring to boil and stir over low heat.

"Barriers to entry" is a term used within economics to describe the collective obstacles which hinder a firm or individual from entering a market. Within urbex, it effectively means the same but usually with a literal...

May I present Culvertry On Wye, a short stone culvert I discovered while leisurely paddling along the Wye River in Wales. From the comfort of our canoe my drain sense began to tingle and I spotted a suspicious trickle...

Drop your knees into the icy water, arch your back then slide your hands through the slot. Feel the velvety moss brushing through your fingers. Tense your abs, keep your nipples above water and scramble for traction...

Following the Tyburn adventure I joined DDT and Little Mike heading south to Brighton for a play in COTS and west to Bristol in search of fat tunnels and cheap energy drink. The two northern lads have an unhealthy...

In travel, as in Kung Fu, one should attain fluidity - be like water as Bruce Lee said. Adapt and respond to the changes and challenges, seek and exploit the opportunities you discover.

A complicated arrangement of staircases, cast iron gates and torrents of sewage make up the KSP Sewer and Middle Level Sewer intersection. Be careful kiddies - slip in the water, bounce down the stairs then youre...

Come for the skin-wallet, stay for the sliced off face, deformed fetuses and gangrene feet in jars. Its one of the lesser known Edinburgh stops but this Museum was my favourite part by far. The amputation kits and...

With a name like Colossus of the South the preconceptions are a little hard to shake. Like Gargantua in Toronto the name alone demands your attention. COTS is a multilevel stormwater/storage system built under scenic...

You come to sleepycity because were the elite of the urbex world. Pushing the fucking boundaries and going where even the hardy fear to tread. Abandoned Washing machines bitch, stick that in your pipe and fucking...

quantum-x and I punched fists, breathed deeply and climbed eagerly from the train tracks onto the deserted platform. With that first step its all commitment. The dice are thrown the chips are down, just play it out....

Do not ignore your attire - an upcoming convention in a large US city has the local police hunting out small groups of people in dark clothes carrying backpacks. So a little attentiveness to your appearance could be...

Ideally Id be a squatter, owning a bike, camera and laptop; living on the top floor of some abandoned inner city building amidst by hustle and bustle in my insular sanctuary. Every evening Id break another balustrade...

Nel and I have kept in touch since and exchanged visits. Montreal for me, and London for Nel. Shes an eternal font of enthusiasm and excitement bringing her air of positivity to every adventure. This trip was to...

Wear your waders with pride, the patron saint of drainers has come to lead us. His name is Leather Oaks. When your batteries die and your world is dark whisper his name three times, leather oaks leather oaks leather...

Thigh deep in greywater and knee deep in shit with liquid streaming from the the walls onto you is a great way to be. Each mud-sucking step dislodges golden nuggets from the sedimentary layers below which bob to the...

Drowning in sewage is high on the official Horrible Ways to Die list right next to acid enemas and chainsaw deepthroats. Worse that drowning would be tumbling along with the flow, battering your bones against the...

Steve D dropped from the sky into London town wrapped in casual black, crooning to Johnny Cash and as usual grinning teeth from ear to ear. Welcome to Londinium, mecca of the underground river. Eleven in fact, count...

The forlorn sky sprinkled down and hinted worse but the age old explore adage "When It Rains Go In Drains" prevailed. Knowing how and when to break the rules is more important than following them blindly so in we...

Lets be upfront, Im not a big institutional explorer. Im not gonna bust a nut over a wheelchair or grind against a gurney. I dont get mad pumped over asylums and coupled with the fact they seem to be the most popular...

Battersea, courtesy of distinctive architecture and that popular album cover will always be the best known powerstation in London. Battersea however is barely a shell with wheelchair access and security so lax they...

Consumer whores your season is upon us! Charging thick and strong from all directions casting a volley of spiel and schlock. Don your protective bunny suit and gasmask and take to the skies spreading what the season...

Wed mistakenly cracked Westbournes End (Teh Chickens) in our attempts but Eggs End still eluded us. Eggs End is the most downstream section of the oviform tunnel which runs west from the Tyburn across the Westbourne...

This section of tunnel is named Resident Eelville in honour of the lithe drain guardians patrolling her waters. A communion of sorts with the eels followed and we briefly entertained the thought of nabbing a drain eel...

Draining is dirty at the best of times and we swiped the whole bucket of KFC refresher wipes, just the thing for a post-drain/pre-dinner freshen up. This simple idea evolved into a new product from SewerFresh...

At this very moment, reality clobbered me over the head in a similar fashion and I took stock of my life.

Every city is the same, eyes to the ground watch the pavement. Rush to work, rush home, rush rush rush. Avoid eye contact, eyes to the ground. Avoid the homeless man, dont look at him, just look down. Become one with...

Crypt is known for one spectacular feature alone. Access could not be simpler, the shiny new hinged easylift manhole drops directly in this feature. Its literal drain tourism with none of the hard work usually needed...

The available data indicates it is on for young and/or old. Ive busted back to the motherland in the quest for monster redbrick and sewerfreshness. The English may have shipped us convicts off but tell the Queen were...

I seem to have lived for the longest time upon cheap packet noodles telling myself the food sacrifice will pay off once Im living the dream around the globe. I saved a bundle to fund this trip and I really am living...

North America bucked my preconceptions and just confused them all further. So many rad people well met but so many who fit the ugly stereotypes. Some intelligent, articulate and interesting, others piles of offal...

Nels flat is a delightful collection of bits and bobs, knicks and knacks, collectibles, souvenirs and antiquated keepsakes which far from simply decorating shelves have, during the night while everyone sleeps, awoken...

Nestled within the voluminous folds of thorny vegetation and mossy rocks lies the massive outfall. Belly of the Beast is the ugly step sister, forever peering through the mist at the glorious falls bathed in the...

Gulliver, the journey for which you are famous would sadly be your last. You survived the seas and crawled upon land, only to rest your weary head a short while before the bulldozers rolled in. You inspired us to...

Do you dream of getting paid to bust up Kirks, crawl the subways and stand proudly atop the worlds biggest bridges in the middle of the night sporting nothing but a cape and pastry pumped underwear? How about rolling...

Forty five minutes later I assumed the fetal position halfway up the mountain, waist deep in snow and breathed warm air into my feeble, bony fingers. I removed my undersized snowshoes, drove them into the snow...

Ever wondered how to occupy yourself in shit boring middle America? Look no further disgruntled traveler help is at hand, if you have one.

Taking a chance upon a UER arranged meet had me schooled by an Aussie expat on exploring in Australia. Hed not explored with the cave clan but of course could tell me all about it. Where do these people come from?...

Good times in Calgary but it feels like a soulless city. Nevertheless I enjoyed my time there. Each of the photos below has a bit more info about Calgary, the surrounding region and thankfully zombie pope John...

Dealing with house alarms can be a tricky business, one fraught with danger and excitement. Powerstations are a whole nother story.

Elect me for mayor and Ill hire the Hasting street crack heads and put them to work massaging cow udders to prevent freezing. Hell throw all the hookers in there as well, at least theyll be good at the milking.

The tunnel in question, a slippery fellow indeed, had eluded them for many years but this night was the night to conclude the chase. After the citizens of sleepy Victoria drew the blinds and crawled into their warm...

The sun rose bright and early promising a glorious day of mining. We car pooled to the mill site, piled many helmet sporting people into the Angry Truck and the rest of us began up the trail. At various times Angry...

From below the wooden platform appears even more perilous. Its barely balanced, tipping into the top of the shaft. More incredible still are the rotting wooden ladders affixed to the sloping side of the shaft.

Angry Truck roared, dropped its mighty plow and charged at the dirt mound. They clashed in a fury of dirt and grinding tyres. Piles of dirt and rock momentarily resisted, then faltered and collapsed into the gaping...

Mel Gibson put down the bottle and grab your leather. Mad fucking Max is back with a vengeance. Enable god mode, angry truck is unstoppable.

Skaught revved the engine, dropped the clutch and bellowing a might battle call Angry Truck launched into the scrub. Boughs broke, dirt showered in every direction and small woodland creatures ran in terror as the 2...

Miners, your country calls! Stand up and be counted. Don your coverall with pride, light your headlamp and turn it to the sky like a beacon. Spread the call to those few who will join us. This shall be the year we...

qx and I sat upon a rusty gate staring vacantly down a rough asphalt road that veered not an inch far as the eye could see. It split the swamps neatly in two under a cloudy winter sky. Into the distance rotting power...

The rocky mountains of Canada are world renowned for their beautiful scenery. They should be known for their abandoned mines, old school underground mines. Human labour was plentiful and extracting ore and minerals...

2007 launched in spectacular style. January has knocked me up, down and sideways like a ragdoll. Ive gone coast to coast, painted the town red and seen everything I wanted to and more. Im going to preserve this...

By the passing lights of the roadtrains and the intermittent streetlamps, the details of a return trip were hastily sketched. We shot out messages to those souls keen enough to attend on short notice and I bartered...

A couple of years ago I trawled the then internets for historical photos of Australia. Primarily underground, under construction and industrial goodness. If you enjoy leafing (clicking) through historical photos you...

Our gracious hosts Nancy Drew and Redux Zero greeted us warmly and accepted our humble dumpster gifts. Its good form to share the loot. The next couple of days were a mad blur of explorables including these 2 choice...

So Im slangin on the street corner shining up my wares, got a few photos on display you know. This chump steps up like "whaddaya got playa?" I look him up and down, scoff under my breath and fire back "depends who the...

We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a friend. Not the usual kind of friend, but one of stability and reassurance. The kind that, when all else fails, you can fall back upon because you have so much history...

A balls deep look into the unbelievable tailrace tunnel behind the thundering falls of Niagara. 2 brits and 1 australian team up to abseil into this abandoned 9m tall, 100 year old brick tunnel. Grab a drink and get...

Fear not faithful reader I have not, as some suggested, fallen to my death or been arrested, probed and sent shackled to some random detention center at the edge of the lunar disk we know as Earth. However Im settled...

The pinky twitching tea sippers (Stoop & JonDoe) and I nabbed the big un (story and pics coming... sheesh settle the fuck down ooorrrright), then took to busting whatever else we could get our freezing lil mits on.

Were closer than you think, you and I. Weve passed within grasp upon the streets, late at night when the misty clouds of warm breath momentarily hang in the air. The paths of two wandering strangers intersect then...

Steve, his insane girlfriend Ellie and I took a wander through the lower section of the freedom tunnel where we met Greg, a man who lives in the terminating tunnel.

More of dsankts bad asylum luck - which meant hiding on the roof of an asylum for half an hour while the site manager ran around downstairs looking for us

Upstate NY, Connecticut and Massachusetts are full of mental asylums. Maybe the US has more crazies per capita than anywhere Ive heard of, or perhaps they are simply quicker to institutionalise people..

Yaggys infamous Eagle River Powerplant. What more is there to do? Amazing. Intact. Untouched. Sega had it right in Altered Beast POOOOWEERRR UUUUUUUP.

Propcycle and I visited a quaint lil mental hospital in Jersey. Its made up of little cottages which house perhaps a dozen patients each and a few central services buildings. Theyre all joined by tunnels which...

Commander Yaggy took it upon himself to plan and organise Neopex 1996 for the dirty unwashed UE masses. He would later question his sanity at this decision

Ive long wanted to see these dishes, they were definitely worth the drive and staying in crackwhore Baltimore. Driving on the RHS of the road is fun, I was like a giggling schoolgirl.

Consumed by the rumour of another city built upon a foundation of sandstone Slim Jim and I hurtled (literally) into Nashville seeking immediate food and lodgings. On a side note, Thai satay chicken pizza is...

I yearned for another week in the Twins but time passes at a harrying pace and there are plenty of places to see. I wearily boarded another bus and settled in for the longest ride yet... including stops ~23hrs....

This is why the twin cites will rox0r your fucking box0rs. Im talking freshness so antistale, so crisp it challenges Paris. Tunnel system so multilayerd and complex you could wander for days lost underground. Sending...

The falls are monstrous, creating a 2ft thick literal wall of water which smashes against the concrete. The deafening crash of water echoes inside the chamber which houses the falls, and more amazing can be heard from...

Macsbug and I ventured out to visit the renowned Phalen Creek drain. Neither of us had explored it previously which made it more like exploring and less like being a tourist.

Twas a pleasant August night as DarlinClem and I clambered down to the graffiti coated outfall, which affords a picturesque view of the Mississippi and the bridges which span her. The local kids obviously frequent the...

I set forth from my new midwest family to brave it alone, leaving behind my precious internet, new found friends and old travelling companions. I boarded the finest of travel means available, the fucking Greyhound....

I ambled through the crowds lost in a daydream of confusing sandstone tunnels when she snatched my attention. Stretched high on her toes, her lean calves drawn tight, stretching her fingers to the top shelf cereal.

me and my bois found this totally abandoed vending machine. Wes rushed back to grabz0r our l33t ninja g3ar n shit so we could fully uer it. we infild the ar3a and did like a 4 hour recon in dis camo position. we...

An unexpected weekend trip to Pittsburgh ended in smiles as two lucky O to the Z explorers visited one of the best topside locations they had ever seen.

Shambling from the graveyard with the dead in tow, Urban Glow has returned rocking more silver halide than your local vampire hunter. Tape your dome together and grab a seat, the Cave Clans OG underground photographer...

Glenwood powerhouse sits quietly beside the Hudson river, slowly surrendering to mother nature. The vines creep across the bricks and small plants sprout from the cracks in the mortar.

NY is known for one type of urbex more than any other... train tunnels. The subway is extensive and old - it had to be done. As a warm up we ventured to the Amtrak/Freedom tunnel - the legendary home of the mole people.

In Australia you can get away with exploring in Teva style outdoor sandals. London of course has lots of nasty sewer overflow, so waders are the norm. If you can imagine the scene from Kill Bill where the bride steps...

Rising through the haze, to emerge upon a jagged cliff four ghostly outlines appeared. First the blocky rooves took shape and then the clumps of trees clustered around the danchis. Jackpot.

Other than almost causing a head on collision with an angry Japanese man while driving down a seemingly one way street we arrived unscathed at the weed covered driveway to Family Rand.

It takes quite a bit to rock the boat, to gather everyones attention - G-cans was like a kick in the collective nuts. The rumours, then the photos, left us breathless and wide eyed.

The illomoscope worked like a charm until we arrived at Akihabara in Tokyo. I fucking love this country. If you are partial, in any way, to any of the following then Tokyo will have you busting sequential nuts (blow...

After landing a small bubble rocket capsule doobie shot us across to the terminal proper where we discovered the merits of speed eating

Ive never liked Melbourne and its odd weather, round pizza boxes and coffee sipping turtleneck lifestyle. However I must admit Ive softened and warmed to Melbourne and its great food and tree lined streets.

Ive been spending many moonlit nights wandering the hallowed cemetery grounds, searching for silent subjects who dont mind a lil company amongst the swaying trees and cold stone.

Traveled all the way to Adelaide, to have my hopes squashed by fucking rednecks. ARRRGGHHHH what does a brother have to do these days. Story to follow.

Our faithful industrial haulage servants at rest, mostly.

Visible from from the city limits with its taunting gaze and mocking laugh, we knew deep down we could not resist. For months wed watched and waited noting the slow progress skywards. All the notches on our well-worn...

Photos shot at night and in low light.

The remnants of our industrial past litter the city, discarded sometimes in the plain sight, other times in places youd never expect.

Hidden just below your feet lie amazing caverns, cavities and spaces that support the life of a city. Dont bother asking, refusal may offend.

Ah quiet little Brisbane - my home and where I cut my teeth on underground photography. Exploring in places like Aquacave, Burfords Batcave and Toadie are the drains I spent countless hours fucking around with...

Ride your bikes around the neighbourhood, hide them in the bushes and creep into the old house of Mr Johnson. He has been dead for years but they say on the nights when there is no moon he wanders the hallways of his...

Just above the city streets, hiding from your daily view lie secret spaces unknown to you. Woo rooftops are easy and fun. Go forth grasshopper and ye shall find.

Too many times to count, to much fun to tally. Let the good times roll my neighbour teeps.

The first digital roadtrip photo set. What a pleasant change from shooting film. This was surely one of my favourite trips, hanging out with Bob, Pizzy, Eli and Durgin.

GTAzzzzzzzz, copper smelters, lil powerstations and drainzzzzzz. RIP predator urban exploration legend and all round ninja.

On the road once again for the annual Clannies awards. Fly to sydney, drive to melbourne, then roadtrip across to adelaide. No really, the excitement never stops.

Sydney is an excellent place to spend NYE, the sea breeze keeps the bunkers cool and comfortable. If youre really keen then youll also use the opportunity to roadtrip to the biggest damn rcp you ever seen kid.

Inspired by the tale as told by of his northern exploits Trippwire, Nivelo and I took it upon ourselves to conquer the might Barron Falls hydroelectric power station just north of Cairns. One day Ill get back there...

Ah my first Clannies and tons of good memories. Tetris is a wonderful place to sleep, even with the dust, the crusty turds and fools using it as a dutchy. Mental note: ensure all caps, seals and engine knick-knacks...

The adelaidian ninjas are great value. Excellent value even. Theyre always having fun and toeing the line between comedy and mental retardation, and hell Im happy to tag along behind. From the samcor/meab abattoirs,...

We boarded the mighty boat to cross Bass Strait, in search of mad urbex. The rumours about Hobart Darkie are true. Its dope, with a capital DOPE. Literally, if you believe Pizzys comments on the first photo of the...

Ah, sweet sweet Melbourne. MPS rox0rs, long drains with 1km between features suck, rad features rox0r, Loud rox0rs, bluestone is the shit. Overall I give this a B+.

After waving goodbye to ye olde Sydney and her beloved locations ds continued south. Arriving in the nations captial is an interesting experience. Were it not the home of the parliment, and I guess the federal...

Having completed the requisite brainwashing by an alleged educational institution of your choice, dsankt found himself suddenly thrust in the big wide world. Wow, perhaps its time to settle down, get a job, a camry,...

Magga and dsankt brave the southern train systems in search of adventure!