Milanese Adventure

Apologies for not posting in a while. As you're about to see, I've been a bit busy.

I spent this weekend in Milan with nckt and Babystrangeways where we did what we do best.

After a rude awakening at userscott's Italian gaff on our first morning by the owners of the empty retail unit, we had to get out to find a new place to stay and make our mark on Milan.

Not too long went by before we found ourselves 20 floors above a four star hotel next to the Central train station. This would become our home for the next few nights.

There was even a chaise lounge...

The bedroom...

We slept until 2am when I was woken up by voices. I was convinced we were going to get thrown out of our second residence. As the voices came nearer I realised that they weren't hotel staff but drunken Polish people who had become inadvertent urban explorers by getting pissed, going on the rooftop and taking pictures. These n00bs were using their flash though.

The strobe of their camera flash lit up the crane that we were sleeping under. They were stood no further than ten feet away from us, but the spot we'd chosen was so good that they failed to spot us.

Waking up the next morning was incredible.

Walking around that day we spotted a building site on the same scale as Salford's MediaCity. We had to get to the summit.

Having done MediaCity previously, I had a good idea of what we had to do to get through the site undetected and where security would and wouldn't be on the site. However this was in a completely different country. A country where privately-hired security guards protect scaffolding with pistols strapped to their waists.

Shit.

After some ducking and diving, it took us 45 minutes to get from the first fence to the concrete shell of the building.

We searched for ages for stairs to the top only to find them unfinished at the 7th floor. This 20+ floor building might need some re-thinking.

Eventually getting to the top via stairs and scaff climbing the wind was unforgivingly blowing the platform we were on. Not having a tripod means I only got one picture from this incredible mission.

At least it was a good one.

A while later after climbing back down and looking to sneak our way out, I saw someone on a nearby balcony looking at us with a phone held to his face.

Our 45 minute ninja mission turned into a 45 second dash across a building site leaping over and under all sorts of perilous obstacle.

We were back over the fence in a jiffy and disappeared into the balmy Milanese night.