Ruins by the sea

_{Life always finds a way}

You can be sure when you take the turn off the main road, walk a few hundred meters and then take a step off the path, you will find something interesting.

Our walk at the Lohusalu peninsula was no different. When most people go to the easily accessible beaches, where you only have to take a few steps from the car, we often exchange comfort for interesting and so we hiked through the forest and past the last few houses at the tip of the peninsula.

As the smell of the sea, the sound of the waves and mild sea breeze hit our faces, we came to a complex of ruined buildings, almost reclaimed by nature. Roofs collapsed, everything of value gone, only rocks and history left.

I tried to find out something about this place, alas - no luck. This place doesn't have an address on the map and I don't know any locals to tell me stories.

So exploring will have to do now, without any backstory.

The parts still standing looked solid. No fear of the building collapsing and being buried in rubble, when I entered what seems to be the main entrance.

Local graffiti hounds have already been here.

In some rooms, the tiles on the wall looked like covered in some kind of disease! Can't be, rocks and tiles don't get diseases, do they?

Anyway, I tried not to rub against those walls too much.

The dual chimney! Chimneys are a natural magnet for me, even the small non-climbable kind. And to find them still standing strong, when half the building is collapsed, wow!

Obviously, I made my way towards the chimneys to find out more.

A-ha, the latrines! How much human excrement has fallen down these rabbit holes there? There's two mirroring sides, one under each chimney, latrines on both sides. I wonder, whether this could have been some kind of elite summer place aeons ago, perhaps this was the sauna house. I'll never know if someone won't tell.

And I wondered to myself, which one was the male side and which one the female side. Naturally, the cleaner side would be for women, but now, there's no way to tell. They're both kind of destroyed.

But obviously the "climate" is very fertile here, as there are plants growing almost indoors.

As I left, I took a look back and stepped a rusty nail into my foot. Bastard! Luckily, my sneaker caught most of the prick, only slightly piercing the sole of my foot. I think I have my tetanus shots done.

_{Here somewhere is the rusty "asshole" nail.}

A bit further, right by the sea, we came up to a small building with some weird pools. There's probably a bunch of people in the world that can tell me right from the top of their head, what this kind of building is for, but I'm not one of them.

I decided this was some kind of water hole for the firemen. I think I saw a rusty sign a few hundred meters back about it, with almost unreadeable text, so rusted as it was.