Another Day at Nakaoi

How I wanted to sleep in but the weather pulled me up bright and early. I did some quick research for potential exploration on the internet, shoved some toast in my mouth, and headed out the door.

Nakaoi is about a 20 minute drive from my house. Back in the bubble economy era it was a built up tourist location. It had an adventure land, bath house, fishing pools, and numerous other buildings for accommodation and the likes. It is a pretty little valley with a few rivers running through it. These days its nothing more than a retirement home and a bunch of decaying old buildings.

Farther up the valley, away from these forgotten relics, lies a couple of waterfalls. It was about a year ago that I first went here. I had seen a fall from the road last time and wanted to see if it was any good. I dropped down from the road, precariously crossed stones in a stream, and walked up some boulders to the base of the fall. It wasn't nearly as good as it had looked from the road. I didn't even really take a picture of the fall I went to. I did find this other one though before it.



No complaining I say.



I loved how the water was draining out from the bright green grass.

I drove back down the valley to the tourist area and was going to explore some more of the valley on foot. However, some paths and a few other buildings caught my eye. Especially a couple that were down a secluded path and nobody could see. Do you get the idea where this is headed?



Well surely you do.



An abandoned building is like a tempting piece of delicious fruit.



What era do you discern?



It all feels a bit sad when you think about it. I'm sure there were many happy times in these empty spaces.



So that wasn't a bear after all.



I wish I had a floor like that in my bathroom.



Dirty sinks galore. But not everything was as mundane as it seemed. I headed down a long corridor in the lower part of the building. Bits of glass and wood cracking under my shoes. Rooms gutted and decaying. I was alone but my sense was much more heightened because I was in a place I technically shouldn't have been. I got to the end of long hallway and my adrenaline surged for a moment.



A door began to rattle and shake at the opposite end of the hall. Was someone coming? I hadn't heard anyone above me. Why was a door rattling as if someone was walking around... Oh foolish me. It was just a fierce gust of wind shaking a door like some ghost. At least I hope it was the wind...



These rooms were down a dark hallway coated in mold and peeling wood paneling. There is no telling what once was here or still here.



And even in the stale air and silence it felt like someone was there...



It's probably best if the shadows don't tell their secrets.

There was another building filled with junk. My next goal is to browse that more closely. I could use a painting for my spare room you know.