While on the road, I got a message from a fellow urbexer asking, if I knew about a tar factory nearby. Of course I didn’t but they gave me instructions how to find it.
The place was deep in the bushes, but at the end of the road there indeed seemed to be something.
A very old and fragile looking industrial building.
The insides were in a very bad shape. If you look closely at the roof, you can see the irons from the reinforced concrete shining through.
The walls were very worn. The graffiti seems fresh.
The upper floors were accessible, but the stairs seemed so weak I didn’t want to try my luck.
I thought it was wiser to stay on the ground floor.
The back side of the factory was a scrap heap of old barrels and stuff.
Cow blood. I wonder what has been going on here.
All the walls were covered in black soot.
That hole in the ground looks nasty.
An old calculator and a very old beer can.
A look upwards in a very tall open space.
The story goes on in the next post. And then you’ll also get an explanation to the title.