I’ve never been to the jungle before my hubby and I visited this derelict sanatorium last summer. Not realizing that the front door stood wide open, we had a stroll around the whole building, completely entwined by green.
The birds sang, the mosquitoes bid and we finally found our way inside…
But first let’s toast to the lists
That we hold in our fists
Of the things that we promise to do
Differently next time
– Ani DiFranco, Marrow
Ten green bottles hanging on the wall… (feat. orbs)
They meant well, yet they didn’t last. And now that every European explorer seems to stomp around the place, they won’t get much money for it anymore either.
I just “love” when other explorers stage things like this. And then again, I take a photo, so why bother.