Brownie Abroad

Exploring the World... One Pint at a Time

Category: Exploration

Day at the Zombie Hospital

If you’ve ever traveled with me, you would know that I’m a huge street art fan. Many a day’s plans have been derailed because I’ve spotted a tagged alley on…

If you’ve ever traveled with me, you would know that I’m a huge street art fan. Many a day’s plans have been derailed because I’ve spotted a tagged alley on the way to a museum or historical landmark. There’s just something about the raw edginess and lack of rules that speaks to me. Both community commissioned and more… freelance… works of street art fill me with awe and wonder; I think it may be that I can’t comprehend so much beauty and intricacy coming out of a can of spray paint… plus I’m kind of a sucker for a good anti-establishment story. Interestingly enough, my street art shots are what I go back to look at more than anything else from my trips.

Well boy was I in for a surprise when I set out to explore Berlin my first evening. There is tagging EVERYWHERE. Sure, a big majority of it is just names marking their territory or desiring a following — calling out to a pre-Instagram sort of world — but there were also so many marvelous imagery in both prominent and hidden locales. I was already like a kid in a candy store… but it gets even better!

Another really neat facet of Berlin is that there are a ton of abandoned sites for one to find and explore. An ice factory, military buildings, railway depot, carnival, even a US/British center for spying on East Berlin. I really only had time to explore one site, as I was leaving for Munich the next day… so of course I ended up choosing the dubbed “Zombie Hospital,” an abandoned maternity and children’s hospital only ~20 minutes from Alexanderplatz by tram. The hospital was opened in 1911, closed down in 1997, and has been left since.

This place was wonderfully spooky, with glass, brick, wood, and guaranteed asbestos-ridden insulation everywhere. I kept switching off between fearing for falling through the floor, and simultaneously hoping and dreading to come into contact with another human being. I swear my auditory sensitivity evolved in this moment, as I could hear (or thought I could hear) glass crunching two floors up and across the building. Maybe I’m being too generous with myself… it was probably because there were a series of holes in the walls and ceiling to said location… but I’m going to stick to my spidey-sense theory.

After about 10 minutes, the Kiwi I was with and I just about pissed our pants, as the crunching glass was now directly around the corner! Quickly glancing over to him to make sure I wasn’t crazy, and seeing an equally wide-eyed New Zealander crouched and bracing for a quick exit, I took a deep breath and waited in terrified anticipation of living out a dreadful scene from 28 Days Later. At this moment, I remembered rule #1 of Zombieland… Cardio, and subsequently cursed myself for my recent (aka 5-year) lapse in hitting the treadmill.

crunch…

crrrunCH…

CRRRRUNNNCHHH…

A humanoid figure appeared in our line of site and phew! it was an Australian girl who was probably more taken aback at seeing two men standing in the corner with silent fear on their faces.

After this point, things were a bit easier to handle, and we even started trusting the worn out stairs to explore the upper levels of the compound. In every room there were broken beer bottles and crumbling pieces of building, and in most places nature had begun reclaiming the structure as her own. It was crazy to think that medical practice had occurred here just 20 years ago. Another interesting point is that the site is one of the most arson-attacked buildings in Berlin as it’s an easy target for vandals.

After we’d looked around most of the area and got our courage up, we started hearing other people; my Kiwi friend took great delight in waiting behind a door for scared explorers and jumping out at them, sending the (mostly) pre-teens running away in pure terror. He would disappear a few times, and luckily was not terribly quiet, as I could tell when he was lying in wait to assail me; however, he did get me pretty good one time… luckily my flight instinct kicked in instead of fight, as I tend to instinctively throw punches when surprised…

After I’d shot enough film and tempted fate with encountering the zombie horde long enough, we decided to head out, grab a nice döner kebap and half liter and call it a day.

If you are interested in seeing this place (which I would definitely recommend), it’s located at Hansastraße 178-180, 13088 Berlin. From Alexanderplatz, take the M8 to the Buschallee/Hansastraße stop, and it’s pretty much directly adjacent to the stop, just across a easily climbable gate. Make sure you bring decent shoes, as there are bits of glass and building everywhere, and I would definitely suggest going before dark, as there are random unmarked pits about — inside and outside — some up to 3 meters with sharp pieces of metal and wood at the bottom. There are also probably squats there at night who may not be so happy to be awoken by wandering tourists with flashlights. If you make it to the top floor, don’t venture out too far from the main walkway, as the soil (and fire) has eaten away at the flooring, and there is significant structural damage. In essence… just don’t be dumb, and don’t try to sue me if you are a dumbass.

Here are a few more of my favorite shots:

Until next time, peace out homies!

Brownie

 

All photos shot on my Olympus OM-2N on 400 ISO Portra film 🙂

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Leavin’ on a (Bright Pink) Jet Plane

“Holy crap… this is really happening” I think to myself as I settle into an uncomfortably tall bar stool in the San Francisco airport. I nervously check with my foot…

“Holy crap… this is really happening” I think to myself as I settle into an uncomfortably tall bar stool in the San Francisco airport. I nervously check with my foot that my backpack and ukulele case are still situated underneath me, and haven’t been stolen by someone in the last 25 seconds since I performed the same ritual. A subconscious tick rather.

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks hurriedly yet politely, as she was covering a full bar solo on an oddly packed Tuesday night.

“Elysian Star Dust, please,” I respond, eager to get one last west coast craft IPA in my system. I take the first sip, and a huge grin breaks across my face. All the stress that’s been piling up over the past months — planning, closing down my job, making sure I said goodbye to everyone, packing, moving/selling all my crap, making sure I won’t get fined for not having health coverage, and the million other pieces of straw that just about broke my back — it all falls away in one exhilarating moment. This shit is really happening.

Siem Reap, Cambodia. May, 2016.

Being the fairly normal late-20’s, pretending it’s still mid-20’s, Silicon Valley tech-industry worker, I’ve traveled a few times… meh, perhaps a little more than my average peer. But these trips have always been capped at the seemingly standard American 2-week, “I still want to have a job when I get back,” time frame. During these expeditions, I would meet Europeans, Canadians, but most of all Australians who were out for like… 2 years or something that seemed completely ludicrous. My heart always seemed to feel equal parts envious loathing, childlike inspiration, and complete dread at the thought of hostel showers for that long. But… in the end — as it should in any good story — childlike inspiration won out, and I promised myself that I would travel for at least 6 months before I was 30.

Around New Years, I realized that I had a rare 6-month window without any family obligations approaching. My youngest sister was graduating from high school, my next younger sister got into Berkeley, my older sister and my best friend were both having babies, and my cousin was getting married… all occurring by the end of August! Additionally, I didn’t have any more weddings on the radar until March. This was my time!! So for weeks, of course, I internally debated the insanity of such a trip, and ended up doing what I always tend to do before my trips become a reality… I waited until I was drunk and said to my flatmate “…eff it, I’m buying my ticket. Punch me in the face if I don’t do it tomorrow.” 24 hours later, and much to the disappointment of my flatmate, I had a confirmation number in my inbox for a 1-way flight to Berlin!!

I put in my 3 month (yes, you read that right) notice, since you know… I’m an awesome person or whatever… but mainly because I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm. I settled everything down at work, met to two most adorable baby girls (my goddaughter Miss Parker Rose and then my niece Miss Emma Grace), and then *poof* here I was… at a bar in SFO, waiting for my bright pink jet plane to take me to Germany.

I’m wearing shorts, I promise 😉

So thus begins the Chronicles of Brownie, Andy B, Brownjamin Button, Employee 1314, or whatever else you may know me by. Follow along with me, and see the world through the filter of my overly sarcastic and twisted mind! I hope you enjoy, and perhaps become inspired to take an extended trip yourself!

Sincerely, Brownie

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