Photos of the abandoned White Rocks* Complex near Pembroke, Malta.
former diner (?) across the street from White Rocks, current anti-zombie bunker. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
abandoned White Rocks complex. First constructed in the 1960s to house British officers and their families. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
that’s the Mediterranean out there. If you could see far enough you’d be staring right into Sicily, as this is north facing. The British vacated White Rocks in 1979 and the facility became a resort. It’s not exactly five star anymore. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
hole in the wall. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
Random editing info: I desaturated the photo and then put a gradient tint over it. So fancy speak for “made black and white then put a colour on it.” (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
“I’ll tell you something. Sometimes the gays come here… you will see a man with a man, two women – how you say? – lesbians. Sometimes a man and woman. Everything from life is here.” – ‘Carlo’ an older gentleman who says he goes to the dilapidated structure when he has had enough of his family drama. When I asked if I could take his photo he said no because people would jump to conclusions about his activities if they knew he went there. They would assume he was taking advantage of the gay room I guess. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta).
this is the gay room. twice. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta).
“free gay sex.” “not a joke.” various phone numbers. this is the White Rocks gay room. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta).
White Rocks art. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
for years, since the 1990s, the Maltese government has spoken of making the sight into a recreational facility with more football fields and less broken glass. Nothing has ever come of this. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta).
love all over the walls. Speaking of love, my new bff ‘Carlo’ warned me not to take pictures of any people I might see there. Many folks like him go there to escape the real world, he said in not so many words, and they don’t want to end up on the internet and get harassed for their whereabouts. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta)
White Rocks “kitchen” with an attempt at a screen door on the right and a drawing of a kettle on the left. This was the last place I visited in the complex before someone spooked me and I jumped carefully out of that window, landing without incident. Only to take one step and feel a rusty nail pierce my running shoe. Note to photographers and urban explorers alike: beware of sharp objects. Broken glass is everywhere, limestone bricks are smashed and worn to jagged edges and rusty nails litter the overgrown fields outside. Tread with caution. (Baħar iċ-Ċagħaq, Malta).
I snapped all photos on 3 December 2012.
*All historical notes in the photo captions are based on information I could garner from the internet and various informal interviews with locals. Please let me know if something is wrong!