I will write yesterday’s adventure about Luodai Ancient Town after I write about today’s China Urbex. So it occurred to me today that the problem with China urbex is not knowing whether I’m about to enter a Chinese squat with people and stray dogs or if security walks the premises of certain vacant lots. Why do I saw this? Because I see security cameras pop up in the strangest places and on several occasions people occupy buildings without roofs. For example, I tried entering a church that appeared to be abandoned, but a religious ceremony took place in the back lot right under a cross. A few weeks ago near North Railway Station I tried to enter an abandoned apartment complex, but stray dogs scared me away and I saw people squatting in there. Now I am using extra precaution before I enter buildings, not because I fear for my life, but I don’t want to invade someone’s home and privacy.
So I tried finding the old, country road near Zoe’s campus and before I knew it I trekked over 12 miles trying to find the construction of Lohas Peninsula. I can’t fathom why it took so long since this construction takes up a whole block, but it did. I used Strava to pinpoint the location and ended up near the Nibauto Scenic Area, but on the opposite side of it, which is why it took me so long to find. After five hours of non-stop walking I trekked through the Xindu Greenway soaking up beautiful views of the Pi River. Contamination filled the river as debris piled up on the banks. The oxidized water made the growth of green algae and other plants spread several feet from the shoreline like wildfire. However, I still found beauty just looking out across the lake, with the sun beating down on my forehead and not a care in the world peaking its way into my mind.
I followed the loop around ending back where I once started the Xindu Greenway and continued on down the road. I wandered aimlessly and gave up hope on finding the Lohas Peninsula construction area where the old country road lay with the one-story, dilapidated Church. I stumbled upon a district road with loads of construction between car dealerships and pondered the idea of hitching a ride on one of those huge semi-trucks that haul all the cars. What an adventure it would be to end up in a random part of China? The road dead-ended into a small, elegant apartment complex where the buildings only reached a max of five stories. I walked around in loops until finally realizing I needed to walk back the same path I came.
People looked at me with buggy eyes and straight faces. I just smiled, nodded my head and continued walking. I stumbled upon the place where I first met Zoe at the Sunday BBQ a few weeks back. I tried walking across the closed pedestrian bridge, but after feeling it wobble from just 140 lbs. I decided to find another way across the Pi River tributary.
My eyes followed the shoreline and I contemplated turning around, but my feet trudged along aimlessly. I passed all the Chinese fishing in the nearby puke green ponds. There long poles scattered out across the pond. They sat a few feet away from each other in hand-made wooden chairs sipping on their herbal tea. Some played cards while they waited for their lines to move indicating a bite. I doubt anything lived in that pond, but who knows? I walked past them trying to find my way back home. I hit another dead-end into a parking lot, but small dirt paths between the field of green cabbage by the river looked like a way out. So I wandered!
Dust drifted up to my face as I drug my feet through the six-inch dirt path between the terraces of cabbage and other vegetables. I am not sure if I trespassed onto private property, but I did not see any people or signs so I kept going trying to find a new way back. An abandoned shack stood a few feet from the shoreline. A one-story, windowless, concrete building with crusty shoes on the windowsill, a bundle of twigs inside and a few articles of dirty laundry stashed in the corner.
My feet started to hurt at this point of the journey from all of the walking, but I continued on away from the shoreline and into a field of bright, leafy, green vegetables. In the distance, my eyes locked onto buildings that appeared vacant. Interesting architecture struck my eyes and I wandered closer trying to get a better look. Open, three-story, concrete apartments decayed in one lot. They looked like a series of intricately crafted sand castles. While another vacant complex sat next to it, windowless, with decaying red, brick fragments falling off the walls similar to the building I saw near North Railway Station.
It neared 4:00 PM, and as much as, I wanted to hop the fence and explore the abandoned apartments on Qujing Road, I decided to leave it for another day since we have tickets for a Chinese ballet later tonight at 6:30 PM. It sounds quite gay, and not really something I’d normally agree to, but it’s free and the women have minimal clothing so it can’t be that bad. With that said I am beginning to think that China urbex is much better than the states. There are far more buildings to explore and less security.
If you are looking for more China Urbex feel free to read my previous posts on the locations I found while exploring ChengDu: