JINGJIN NEW TOWN PART 3 – SPIRITED AWAY – GRADE B+

As the sun started to sink into the smoggy horizon, Jude and Burbex finally edged towards their final destination. The turrets and steeples of the gigantic hotel stabbed at the evening sky, beckoning the explorers. One thing was for sure, after the spooky American Beauty and super kitcsh Transvestite Theme Park, the hotel surely had something in great in store.

palace-view

To get into the grounds of the hotel itself, Jude and Burbex had to cross though a soggy marshland upon which enormous villas seemed to be sinking into the earth. Lakes and water features has long since overflowed and the cellars and basements were entirely flooded with fetid marsh water.

villa-rooftops

Lusty frogs croaked at the dusky sky, snapping dragonflies and mosquitoes out of the thick air. From the outside many of these villas glowed with terracotta tones lit up by the sinking sun, but close up the paint was peeling and the plaster crumbling from the walls.

decaying-villa

Marsh water and humidity had soaked the plaster and pushed the tiles off the fine front entrances, and sneaky trees grew up between the cracks further bringing the houses down.

broken-steps

The crumbling staircase led into probably the largest structure in the area, a huge waterside mansion soaking its feet in the marshes.

sunset-villa

Down in the basement were facilities for spas and swimming pools, but now the only residents taking advantage were the toads and newts.

eyes-on-the-water

The unfinished hot tub hidden in the deepest level of the basement reminded Burbex of the mud monster in the classic Japanese animation Spirited Away.

skanky-jacuzzi

Jude and Burbex did not run into any monsters in need of a good wash down this early in the evening. Perhaps they would emerge later in the night.

mud-monster

Moving up on to the ground floor the intrepid duo found some pots, lots and lots of pots. Not salt pots, not Pepper Potts (Iron Man’s girlfriend) but loads of huge terracotta pots. Burbex was stumped as to what they were used for.

pots-and-pots-of-fun

The pots blocked doorways and staircases, meaning that Burbex had to climb up the outside of the house to get to the second floor.

pots-at-the-door

From the balcony, Burbex could see the sun gradually setting into the Hebei swamp.

dusky-villa

From here the hotel looked so close Burbex could almost touch it. Legging it through the marsh, Nike Air Max full of stinky pond water squelching with each stride, Burbex finally made it to the hotel.

palace-between-villas

The two massive wings of the hotel and the grounds around them were completely empty and unkempt.

palace-corner

The two wings of the hotel surrounded a massive ice rink which had definitely seen better days. The main part of the hotel showed a few signs of life, so Burbex nipped in for a quick cup of tea.

empty-icerink

Inside the hotel was luxurious to say the least. In the completely empty main lobby, realtors stood around leisurely trying to sell the American Dream to the guests. They were obviously having trouble making sales.

luxury-lobby

In the front court of the hotel, luxury cars were parked, trunks full of golf equipment for the nearby golf courses.

luxury-hotel

Strangely Burbex felt optimistic about the future of Jinjing New Town. Massive ghost town like this may be empty now, but Burbex  is sure that with great attractions like The Transvestite Theme Park and spa facilities for the undead residents, this town is going to take off soon.

flooded-villas

If you would like to visit this site or any of the other great sites like The Solana Hotel, or watery paradises like The Great Mall of China, be sure to get in touch with Burbex at burbex@outlook.com and set up a time to meet. Just be sure to bring your monster shampoo.

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2 thoughts on “JINGJIN NEW TOWN PART 3 – SPIRITED AWAY – GRADE B+”

  1. If there’s one thing so many of these abandoned places share, it’s just how out of place each of them looks. If I hadn’t read the passage, I could have easily believed this was Southern California. If it only wasn’t for the Hebei winters, I would rather be a Tianjin squatter than a hutong “local” any day.

    1. Ha ha! I think it’s tough to confuse Southern Cali and Hebei! I guess you could try squatting in the summer – go surfing in the skanky ponds and smoke a doobie on the balcony watching the sun set over the nearby oilfields.

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