Swarmed

It was a hot day... we fought through the thick overgrowth trying to get to a road we couldn't even see through the wall of foliage. Thorn bushes tore through my clothes and skin, which almost seemed to attract more mosquitoes than we had experienced all day; each swat left a bloody smear that no doubt contributed to the feeding frenzy. Two fences and a half hour later we were inside the building... this decaying structure became a sanctuary from the blazing sun and carnivorous insects.

After 32 years of neglect I was expecting to see the place in worse shape, but the buildings seemed sturdy for the most part and were holding up rather well. Most of the furniture had been cleaned out, but the bright colors of the old disturbed female wards were beautiful, as were the small observation holes in each of the heavy wood bedroom doors. The air ducts leading from the hallway created industrial umbilical shapes that once breathed air into this stuffy lockdown ward, which was now sweltering in the summer heat.

A building of newer construction was connected to the older one, and was void of anything interesting except for the sterile and plain effects of abandoned modern structure. I think I missed out on some old hydrotherapy tubs, perhaps one day I will return in better weather!