Welcome back to yet another familiar, yet so far unexplored location. The former mental asylum visited at least in 2021 and 2022. But as soon as I got to the yard, I noticed someone with a bike there. Thinking it was another urban explorer, I went and asked, if she had found a way in.
But she wasn’t an urban explorer. She was a dancer and dance teacher, who had come to scout for locations for her upcoming performance. I told her about my history in dance and my tours around Finland, and soon we both had a new follower on Instagram.
That didn’t bring me any closer to getting inside the buildings.
So starting a go around, as usual.
As this was my third or fourth visit to the location and I had never found a way inside any single building, I wasn’t that confident this time, either. But you’ve got to try every year you still get the chance.
And like so many times before I followed my own old footprints around the buildings.
The hospital district kept the place in good shape because they were still hopeful of getting it sold.
And despite the local newspapers reporting increasing damage and vandalism to the buildings, I couldn’t find any of it. Things were exactly the same as they were a year earlier.
Ok, maybe I didn’t remember that tag, but that wasn’t the point. There were several newspaper reports about people breaking in. I could see no trace of people breaking in.
The complex was massive. At least by Finnish standards.
Wait, there are actually blocked windows and doors. This greatly increases my hopes.
This was the main part of the hospital, I guess, because it was the tallest of the buildings.
And here we have something, which makes me crack up every time.
And here we have it. The men’s hobby crafts department. In Finnish this could be translated to ring wanking.
And yes, I am a fairly indecent person.
Almost at the end. The hobby crafts door is straight up ahead.
The end of the main building.
Behind the main building were the staff apartment buildings.
Most of them were simple old row houses built in the early 1960’s.
But the houses really ranged from one family houses to these small blocks of flats.
There were dozens of doors and hundreds of windows. How on earth was it possible, that I had never found a point of entry?
Let’s try one more time…
… in the following post.