Our roadtrip began with business as usual, Europecar canceled our booking without taking the time to tell us. Typical.
Finally loaded into our left-hand drive 1.6L diesel weapon we busted out on the Paris ring road. Gremlin took the helm with quantum-x and I yelling directions, huffing poppers (on BHV's recommendations) all while bumping an eclectic mix of french hiphop and foreign-language classics. Continental Europe here we come.
Kent School, Germany
There has been a school on this site in Hostert, Germany since the 14th Century. In the early 1900s the Order of the Franciscans of the Holy Cross took over the site, remaining there until World War 2. The Nazi's took over the school, renaming it to the 'Waldniel Institution'.
Grue Lair
It's dark and creepy out, you are likely to be eaten by a grue. Good thing you brought the moon. 160c on 40/1.4
"By 1939 the Nazis imposed an obligation on authorities to register all handicapped newborn children, which were then subsequently siezed. From 1940 these newborn babies, along with older handicapped children, were moved into newly formed "child specialist divisions".
In Waldniel Hostert a "protection house" was setup for this purpose using one of the former Franciscan buildings, converted by the 1 October 1942. Doctor Wesse was employed as the leading doctor for these children. At least thirty handicapped children were subsequently killed by two nurses under Dr Wesse's charge. In July 1943 the "child specialist division" in Waldniel Hostert was dissolved and the remaining 183 children were moved to other specialist divisions. "
Kent School
Some of the many building which make up the bulk of the Kent School.
Today the only building remaining in good condition is the St. Josefsheim church, the school building have been destroyed by the local paintballers. There's little to see amongst the paint splatters and sodden waterlogged floors.
Hotspot Highlife
Decorative and derelict, two apt words to describe St. Josefsheim at the Kent School. Lit with the LeDildo and some ambient, shot on 160c and desat in pchop.
We departed the site after dark finding an Argentinian Steakhouse in the little town of Schwarmatal. Our host spoke no english and we speak no german but through our charades developed a strong bond. A bond strong enough for her to produce, frighteningly quickly, a photo of her sultry midriff baring daughter reclined upon a bed. She offered the picture to me, then quickly quantum-x after Gremlin grabbed me and almost snarled at her. qx of course declined like a gentlemen. She wouldn't let us keep the photo or I'd provide a scan, it was pretty hot.
We rolled back in Brugge atop the multilevel carpark just as the New Year's Eve fireworks boomed across the sky. Goodbye 2007, a year of massive exploring feats: confluence, nasa, mineral king mine, active powerstations, NY subways, London sewers, Paris Metro, Lots Road PS. Ridiculousness: snorting wasabi at a porn convention, sweet talking American policewomen, building Frankenstein's Sled and the Angry Plow, freezing my extremities hunting for mines. 2007 set a great benchmark, 2008 promises much.
Chateau de Noisy // Miranda
We rose bright and early with the New Year to blast East across Belgium in search of the Chateau de Noisy. European highways provide a seemingly unenforced 130km/h limit with everyone hitting 150-160km/h. I'm not the one to stop them so minor navigational issues aside we dropped the clutch, barely chirped 2nd gear and hit the highway.
Welcome
Welcome sir to the Chateau de Noisy. The years have been cruel, the winter's eve frosty and harsh. All our rooms are empty you may sleep in whichever strikes your fancy.
Martino dropped a few hints on the location of this gem but it's popular enough online that the proficient stalker/sleuth can track it down without too much trouble. It's an exercise for the viewer. Built as a summer home in 1866 for the family of Count of Liedekerke-Beaufort this gorgeous castle stands atop a hill overlooking a cascading sea of trees into the sparsely populated valley below. Another chateau sits far below Noisy and from our perch in the clocktower we mocked their plain dwelling. Like the Kent School above Noisy was occupied in WW2 by the Nazis, but then used by a Belgian railway company. During this time it was a home for the railway worker's children and it took the name "Noisy".
Clocktower
Peering down from the clocktower over one wing of the chateau.
Since closure in 1991 it has begun to decay rapidly. Shotgun shells lie amongst the long grass and a trailer of strung up pheasants makes it obvious this site is far from abandoned. Someone is using the grounds for breeding and hunting birds, thankfully whoever this someone is they were busy elsewhere on New Year's day.
Strung
Found to the side of the main building, near what may have been servants quarters. Notice the empty shotgun casings. Thankfully we didn't meet their owner.
The interiors are grand and ornate, dangerously powerful enough to distract you from spongy flooring and collapsed ceilings. I somehow lost an entire roll of interior shots so be sure to check out Opacity if you'd like the armchair tour. This is definitely one of the most picturesque sites I've seen and the clocktower would make a great sleepout spot. If you get the chance visit Noisy before the tired lass falls to pieces.
One Interior
The one trailing interior from a roll of exteriors. All the interiors after this were shot on a roll which never wound on properly, to be exposed again and again over one frame as the spindle wound empty on and on. A harsh lesson so far from home.
Abandoned Washing Machine
Lastly to appease those held in madz0r suspense since the first installment of Chronicles of Extreme Boxy Metal Goods Exploration I present the abandoned washing machine of coastal Belgium. Slam your ballsack in the door and hit the spin cycle there son.
From here that's what 2008 is set to become, a spin cycle of content from all over Europe. A mashed up mix of underground london, the industrial midlands, more parisian delights and certainly some derelict eastern europe. Grab some popcorn, or better yet a plane ticket... 2008 is huge.
Dangerpay
quantum-x searching for his dangerpay cheque atop Noisy. Alas it was nowhere to be found.
Finally loaded into our left-hand drive 1.6L diesel weapon we busted out on the Paris ring road. Gremlin took the helm with quantum-x and I yelling directions, huffing poppers (on BHV's recommendations) all while bumping an eclectic mix of french hiphop and foreign-language classics. Continental Europe here we come.
Kent School, Germany
There has been a school on this site in Hostert, Germany since the 14th Century. In the early 1900s the Order of the Franciscans of the Holy Cross took over the site, remaining there until World War 2. The Nazi's took over the school, renaming it to the 'Waldniel Institution'.
Grue Lair
It's dark and creepy out, you are likely to be eaten by a grue. Good thing you brought the moon. 160c on 40/1.4
"By 1939 the Nazis imposed an obligation on authorities to register all handicapped newborn children, which were then subsequently siezed. From 1940 these newborn babies, along with older handicapped children, were moved into newly formed "child specialist divisions".
In Waldniel Hostert a "protection house" was setup for this purpose using one of the former Franciscan buildings, converted by the 1 October 1942. Doctor Wesse was employed as the leading doctor for these children. At least thirty handicapped children were subsequently killed by two nurses under Dr Wesse's charge. In July 1943 the "child specialist division" in Waldniel Hostert was dissolved and the remaining 183 children were moved to other specialist divisions. "
Kent School
Some of the many building which make up the bulk of the Kent School.
Today the only building remaining in good condition is the St. Josefsheim church, the school building have been destroyed by the local paintballers. There's little to see amongst the paint splatters and sodden waterlogged floors.
Hotspot Highlife
Decorative and derelict, two apt words to describe St. Josefsheim at the Kent School. Lit with the LeDildo and some ambient, shot on 160c and desat in pchop.
We departed the site after dark finding an Argentinian Steakhouse in the little town of Schwarmatal. Our host spoke no english and we speak no german but through our charades developed a strong bond. A bond strong enough for her to produce, frighteningly quickly, a photo of her sultry midriff baring daughter reclined upon a bed. She offered the picture to me, then quickly quantum-x after Gremlin grabbed me and almost snarled at her. qx of course declined like a gentlemen. She wouldn't let us keep the photo or I'd provide a scan, it was pretty hot.
We rolled back in Brugge atop the multilevel carpark just as the New Year's Eve fireworks boomed across the sky. Goodbye 2007, a year of massive exploring feats: confluence, nasa, mineral king mine, active powerstations, NY subways, London sewers, Paris Metro, Lots Road PS. Ridiculousness: snorting wasabi at a porn convention, sweet talking American policewomen, building Frankenstein's Sled and the Angry Plow, freezing my extremities hunting for mines. 2007 set a great benchmark, 2008 promises much.
Chateau de Noisy // Miranda
We rose bright and early with the New Year to blast East across Belgium in search of the Chateau de Noisy. European highways provide a seemingly unenforced 130km/h limit with everyone hitting 150-160km/h. I'm not the one to stop them so minor navigational issues aside we dropped the clutch, barely chirped 2nd gear and hit the highway.
Welcome
Welcome sir to the Chateau de Noisy. The years have been cruel, the winter's eve frosty and harsh. All our rooms are empty you may sleep in whichever strikes your fancy.
Martino dropped a few hints on the location of this gem but it's popular enough online that the proficient stalker/sleuth can track it down without too much trouble. It's an exercise for the viewer. Built as a summer home in 1866 for the family of Count of Liedekerke-Beaufort this gorgeous castle stands atop a hill overlooking a cascading sea of trees into the sparsely populated valley below. Another chateau sits far below Noisy and from our perch in the clocktower we mocked their plain dwelling. Like the Kent School above Noisy was occupied in WW2 by the Nazis, but then used by a Belgian railway company. During this time it was a home for the railway worker's children and it took the name "Noisy".
Clocktower
Peering down from the clocktower over one wing of the chateau.
Since closure in 1991 it has begun to decay rapidly. Shotgun shells lie amongst the long grass and a trailer of strung up pheasants makes it obvious this site is far from abandoned. Someone is using the grounds for breeding and hunting birds, thankfully whoever this someone is they were busy elsewhere on New Year's day.
Strung
Found to the side of the main building, near what may have been servants quarters. Notice the empty shotgun casings. Thankfully we didn't meet their owner.
The interiors are grand and ornate, dangerously powerful enough to distract you from spongy flooring and collapsed ceilings. I somehow lost an entire roll of interior shots so be sure to check out Opacity if you'd like the armchair tour. This is definitely one of the most picturesque sites I've seen and the clocktower would make a great sleepout spot. If you get the chance visit Noisy before the tired lass falls to pieces.
One Interior
The one trailing interior from a roll of exteriors. All the interiors after this were shot on a roll which never wound on properly, to be exposed again and again over one frame as the spindle wound empty on and on. A harsh lesson so far from home.
Abandoned Washing Machine
Lastly to appease those held in madz0r suspense since the first installment of Chronicles of Extreme Boxy Metal Goods Exploration I present the abandoned washing machine of coastal Belgium. Slam your ballsack in the door and hit the spin cycle there son.
From here that's what 2008 is set to become, a spin cycle of content from all over Europe. A mashed up mix of underground london, the industrial midlands, more parisian delights and certainly some derelict eastern europe. Grab some popcorn, or better yet a plane ticket... 2008 is huge.
Dangerpay
quantum-x searching for his dangerpay cheque atop Noisy. Alas it was nowhere to be found.
