Urbexing craze hits Brisbane as youths go underground
http://theaustralian.com.au/news/urbexi ... 6903617462
By
No+Pro
03 May 2014, 1:31 pm
Urbexers go to online sites like Sleepcity looking for tour guides to reveal the location of tunnel accesses.
there's a tunnel into the pillow shop?!
Omg, they didn't mention my crappy little blog which is down half the time. It has allll the locations. All of them. Amateur journalism at it's finest.
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By
No+Pro
03 May 2014, 7:51 pm
Wonder no more, absolutely nothing.No+Pro wrote:actually a quick look on a website similarly named to the one above indicates the same amateur journalist asked the author for info herself - wonder if she got anything..
sleepycity.net. watch out for the third rail baby, that s*** is high voltage
By
Keve
04 May 2014, 6:58 pm
Hint, hint. Re: Posting sensitive stuff.
By
No+Pro
04 May 2014, 7:12 pm
By
No+Pro
04 May 2014, 7:13 pm
suspected as much (no sarcasm this time)dsankt wrote:Wonder no more, absolutely nothing.No+Pro wrote:actually a quick look on a website similarly named to the one above indicates the same amateur journalist asked the author for info herself - wonder if she got anything..
In which case, it wouldn't be much of an article.......Keve wrote:Wonder if she'll sign up to UEGA and browse the open forums gathering information for any future articles... ?
Hint, hint. Re: Posting sensitive stuff.
By
No+Pro
07 Jun 2014, 8:38 am
http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/fe ... 6941901315#
'It took Josh Bakkum a year to find the secret portal that led to this place, deep in the bowels of Brisbane
A year of piecing together clues gleaned from internet forums; of poring over old maps of the stormwater drain network, narrowing down his search. One day, following a trail of manhole covers in the city — he won’t say where — he finally discovered that portal: a nondescript, hinged metal grate, with no lock.
Bakkum and a mate slipped in under cover of darkness that night, descended a fixed ladder and sloshed along a stormwater tunnel for 15 minutes, torches in hand, until it suddenly opened out into this large cavern. Known as the Bridge Room, it’s a hallowed place among the so-called “urban explorers” who venture into the city’s deep, dark underbelly.
Bakkum celebrated with this self-portrait, lighting a wad of steel wool on the end of a chain and whirling it around his head, the shower of sparks captured with a long exposure. “Finding these secret spots through your own efforts is a big part of the game,” explains the 35-year-old father of three. “It’s not as rewarding if you’re just shown them.” Being underground is a thrill, he says — “All your senses are heightened … you’re definitely on edge” — but he is sensible about the risks: he always checks weather forecasts and tides, carries several torches (imagine the horror of a single torch dying down there in the pitch black) and never goes alone.
Bakkum is in the final year of a nursing degree at Griffith Uni, and hopes to work in Emergency. Ironically, he ended up in A & E on his birthday last year, after the police spotted him entering a drain and gave chase. Bakkum panicked and ran — straight into a concrete post. He copped 45 stitches in his head, but at least the officers let him off. “They were really nice when they realised I was taking photos, not planting a bomb,” he says'