Sunday, November 13, 2005
The dead can DANCE
Or can they??
Amy Allen (Rachel) and Sad Ryu (simon), two members of TA went way out west this weekend, to the largest island off the irish coast....
Good survival training really. Cold weather and strange exotic locals. Oh and the beaches!!! What some people call rocks, i call very very large grains of sand. Vicious sand that you could cave a mans skull in with should he look at you the wrong way...
As we wondered around the island, I spied in the distance something mysterious... something with potential!!
A PATH THROUGH THE FOLIAGE!
We stumbled on through. It was quite a muddy road. Apparently thats quite normal in this part of the world. So is the grass in the middle. And the lack of tarmac. On we went, until at the end of the "road" we came across an abandoned Franciscan Monastery! How could we ignore this chance to do some proper exploring?
Surely a former house of GOD would be a welcoming place?
A little way in we found the main church building. Here we see the old confessionals. Pretty spooky i think you will agree. More than once i was reminded of the end of the hit hollywood movie The Blair Witch Project. The atmosphere was dented a bit by the fact that the floor was covered in sheep droppings about an inch in depth...
The roof had completely collapsed for the most part, and the walls were crumpling badly. Here you can see that the skeleton of the building is all thats left in parts.
We happened across this sinister looking corridor. Rachel decided she had had enough of following, and that it was time to LEAD. Being a beleiver in equal rights I agreed.
Before i could follow, there was a terrible shreek. She came running back down the corridor and out of the building. She didnt stop to tell me what she saw. I was barely able to operate the camera in time to capture the look on her face as she fled. The look of MADNESS.
And so, i was left out side, alone to ponder the events of the day. And ponder I did. Some say, that when the moon is right and the wind blows, you can still hear my pondering being carried on the air to this day....
Amy Allen (Rachel) and Sad Ryu (simon), two members of TA went way out west this weekend, to the largest island off the irish coast....
Good survival training really. Cold weather and strange exotic locals. Oh and the beaches!!! What some people call rocks, i call very very large grains of sand. Vicious sand that you could cave a mans skull in with should he look at you the wrong way...
As we wondered around the island, I spied in the distance something mysterious... something with potential!!
A PATH THROUGH THE FOLIAGE!
We stumbled on through. It was quite a muddy road. Apparently thats quite normal in this part of the world. So is the grass in the middle. And the lack of tarmac. On we went, until at the end of the "road" we came across an abandoned Franciscan Monastery! How could we ignore this chance to do some proper exploring?
Surely a former house of GOD would be a welcoming place?
A little way in we found the main church building. Here we see the old confessionals. Pretty spooky i think you will agree. More than once i was reminded of the end of the hit hollywood movie The Blair Witch Project. The atmosphere was dented a bit by the fact that the floor was covered in sheep droppings about an inch in depth...
The roof had completely collapsed for the most part, and the walls were crumpling badly. Here you can see that the skeleton of the building is all thats left in parts.
We happened across this sinister looking corridor. Rachel decided she had had enough of following, and that it was time to LEAD. Being a beleiver in equal rights I agreed.
Before i could follow, there was a terrible shreek. She came running back down the corridor and out of the building. She didnt stop to tell me what she saw. I was barely able to operate the camera in time to capture the look on her face as she fled. The look of MADNESS.
And so, i was left out side, alone to ponder the events of the day. And ponder I did. Some say, that when the moon is right and the wind blows, you can still hear my pondering being carried on the air to this day....
