By slobberchops on Skatehive
Kruger Tissue International’, it had been four years since I had driven down the shaky, muddy road and deliberately parked my car a good half mile from the entrance. That’s the good thing about a re-visit: you are armed with at least some knowledge of how to get in and what to look out for. However, this was not a simple revisit. This industrial behemoth was far too large for a single sitting, and the first time around, I was solo and got spooked after an hour of near-complete silence broken by the howling wind, rusty corrugated iron groaning and the fear of security. Both @anidiotexplores and I had been here before independently, him setting off the alarms and me miraculously avoiding tripping any. Within months, we were collaborating, and ‘Kruger Tissue International’ was always going to come up on the menu again particularly as neither of us managed ALL of it. The weather was shit, rain was threatening, and normally I would abandon the day as I am strictly a fair-weather explorer. T