Bottom of Chesapeake Bay, in total dark, in sunken ship, recovering documents from a safe. All done by feel. Used an underwater cutting rod to burn through the side.
I've been a few places, but staying in House Number 13 on BLAIR STREET, across from BLAIR Bridge in New Hampshire was pretty [bleep] creepy. Place looked just like that movie...
Also went to a party in the desert out here in Grand Junction first semester..... that was wild. Saw about 80-90 people brawling as I left... girls punching girls, guys punching girls, phew...
A place where rocks move by themselves, is fairly wierd. Even without the rocks, it's a surreal experience standing on something that is several miles across, and completely flat.
as far as a man-made place, I'd say the Winchester Mystery House, in San Jose, CA. The lady who built it was a wealthy eccentric, and it has many, many rooms that are quite bizarre in arrangement.
Honorable mention would go to a place in San Francisco. I was walking past an unassuming storefront, glance in the window, and see a very small sign that says, "100 men in a night club". I kept walking, faster
A buddhist temple right next to Snake Alley in Taipei well after midnight is another that just had a strange feel... All of the stone in the entire temple was deeply relief carved.
When visiting Cancun we went on a site seeing trip to Tulum. The drive to Tulum was very foreign to me. Seeing a cobbled together shack made out of stacked cinder blocks and a clothes line tied to the side for laundry gave new meaning to the word "poor."
A small cave up on the Northern end of Okinawa in 1961. Since it had a skeleton [scattered] in it, we may have been the first humans in it since him.
Being drunk at the time, we took the skull with us. One guy was still up drinking Taikoko and talking to the skull when I went to sleep.
Next morning, he went crazy as hell and had to be hauled off in a strait jacket. I saw him thirty years later and he was still not right in the head.
After we got him in the jacket and we hauled him to the hospital, some of the guys buried the skull out in the brush near where we were camped. I never told the Doctor about the skull, since it was prob'ly against the law to take it.
I wanted to take it back to the cave, but we weren't sure we could find it in the daylight.
That reminds me of the river in Utah that boils up from underground. It's right beside the highway and is fed from snow melt.
It is a place called Punete de Dios in Tamasopo in San Luis de Potosi, Mexcio. We had a great road trip in the area about 10 years ago and saw lots of great places to swim and camp. I'm glad I did it when I did.
the Sacred Cenote at Chichen Itza was pretty memorable
they used to toss babies in there just for fun
or the 'soccer field' at the main complex. If your team won, they'd cut your whole team's heads off an carve your skull's likeness into walls of at the limestone sidelines to honor tribute to you.
1976: 4am, Bourbon Street, second night of Mardi Gras noticed a hooker leaning up against a lightpole piss herself as the heroin took hold and her muscles obviously relaxed. This other guy was passing by and just stopped dead in his tracks and watched. He looked over at me and we both just shrugged and kept walking. I suddenly felt sober and ready to leave the dirty side of life behind.
1979: Siple Station, Antarctica under the station in a quonset, burrowing thru several decades of things that visiting scientists (who had been there) had left there.
Concentration camps. Been to several of them. My skin crawled and I felt dirty and couldn't wait to get in the shower after leaving. Revolting. Disgusting. Despicable.
A room on the 30th floor of a hotel in down town San Francisco during the 1989 earthquake seemed like a pretty weird place to be at the time. The first thought that flashed through my mind after I figured out what was going on was that at least I will be near the top of the pile of rubble if this hotel collapses.
I was in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia for work and the Thaipusam festival at Batu Caves was going on. My coworkers convinced me that I needed to go visit. It's a Hindu festival where hundreds of thousands of people climb up these steep stairs, many of them have limes attached to their bodies with fish hooks and piercing through their cheeks.
San Francisco. I took my board exams there about 25 years ago. After the all day exam a few of us went out on the town to have a little celebration. There was some sort of parade going on that was nothing but weird SOB's everywhere. Being a born and bred midwestern boy I couldn't quite figure out what the hello was up with all the "unusual" folks. My wife, who was raised in Mountain View Ca. informed me that what I was seeing was a GAY PARADE. Needless to say that was enough of that chit right then and there.
When in college one of my buddies worked in a funeral home for room and board doing light maintenance, cleaning, etc. He had a room stuck way in the bowels of the building, and it took a number of turns though various hallways to get to it.
Got into a bottle or two of MD 20/20 and a few joints, then decided it was time to tap a kidney. Took a number of wrong turns and found myself in a dark room. Thinking it was the john I searched for a light switch, finding none I struck my lighter. A few dead folks there in different stages of "preparation" loomed out of the dark in the low light. Forgot about peeing.
Still laughing ... Thank You, aalf, for the laughs
Blessings,
Steve
Glad I could help...a little giggle goes a long way...
A side note...every year when a buddy and I are shooting PD's, invariably, almost every dog that's down on all four facing away, either one of us will ask just prior to breaking the shot...."Up the butt Bob?".......
I was working in a basement in Milwaukee Wiscsonsin on Dec. 10, 1981. Shoes would move areound the basement all by themselves. Doors would open and close by themsleves and the toilet paper would get out of the holder and end up on the vanity. All ya had to do was look at the shoes, look away for a minute and they would be 2 ft away. Wait a few minutes, and they would up the stairs a few steps. I picked them up and threw them in the corner. I walked away for a few minutes to see they had moved. My brother inlaw was with me and we ran out the back door and were darn freaked out. The next day BIL had to work himself in the morning. I came that afternoon. I asked if anything moved, he said no. By afternoon doors started closing by themselves and shoes would move up the steps again. I was so scared I yelled you can't hurt me. I started saying bible verses that I knew. That put a stop to it. I never told the home owners but we finished that rec-room in a hurry. This is the truth. Never experienced it again, don't want to neither. I became a much more aware christian of super natural forces that we don't see.
GDR speed trap in the Potsdam to Helmstadt corridor August 1987.
When you come over a hill doing 100 klicks in the pitch dark and they suddenly light you up with enough candlewatts to illuminate a football stadium and a T-72 tank is facing you in the middle of the road, you realize you're not in Kansas anymore.
Never been to that old Capuchin convent, which Mark Twain had a few memorable words to say about after his visit there.
But that's just a local site, not a town or city. Weird? Beyond doubt. But just a bump on the butt of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, which probably isn't as weird as Mecca, Medina, or Tehran, which I'm glad that I was never "privileged" to visit.
I fervently hope that I never see any place weirder than Jeddah.
Standing in the center of what seemed like a glass lined room which was detonation point of and underground nuclear test, a mile from the tunnel entrance and 2000ft below ground surface, with no supplied air, a miners light, double suited up with anti contamination gear including a full face mask.
I had to crawl in side of a 40' pipe to inspect the welding of the cap plate before they put the base plate on and when I got to the end someone tack welded a plate over the bottom of the pipe. I crawled back to the end rolled up and went to sleep. We were working 12 hour shifts and I was the one they kept bouncing from days to night shift. They left me there for about 45 minutes until I heard my lead-man out side of the pipe asking were I was. they had to grind the tack welds to let me out.
Same job the boss told me to go down in the basement of the new hospital that we were working on Arrowhead Medical and inspect some anchors that they were going to install. Well the installation crew never showed up and they locked the door after I was way inside of the room no lights just black every where. again I sat down and went to sleep at the end of the shift they opened the door for me and asked me how I liked the Morgue.
I have family from there... my great grandmother is buried there... Grandmother was from Raleigh County there...
Weirdest place I have ever been is in a Kmart, when they are announcing a Blue Light Special.. and hardly anyone speaks English... and those that do, weigh 300+ pounds....
Yep, I've been there. Except that is the Jicarilla Apache Reservatin in Dulce, NM It's Some of the best Elk Hunting in the Southwest right there, if you can afford it.... Anyhow, All the local Apaches looking at you like your about to be their next scalping victim.
The weirdest place I was ever in was the Cadaver Room at Texas A&M Medical School, at night with a hot little Vet. Student gal I was dating while going to school there.
Living on a retired Russian "cruise ship" 50 miles offshore on the Caspian Sea that, as I learned, was once a centroid for their (Russia) sub's to rise up from below to the "ballroom" (that was our conference room but still looked like a show room) swap crews and disappear. This is winter 2010, my room about midway down the top deck. Yes, it sucked, particularly when 30 below but about as bad when running 120 during the summer. Oz is a blessing...
Pretty much the west coast. California/Oregon/Washington. The most phoney [bleep] I've ever been around.
I know where to find those people but prefer to stay the [bleep] away. Just about any heavily populated urban center in this country is on my avoid list.
Port Of Spain, Trinidad & Tobago back in '90 while in the Navy. Sat in a pizza parlor while a hooker outside the barred up window propositioned me for a slice of pepperoni & sausage while an armed guard tried to move her along. Walking around the town, in most neighborhoods each house had 6 to 8 foot fences topped with barb wire and a huge dog patrolling inside. As my buddy and I were going down an isolated street, two men in traditional Muslim dress looked up, spotted us and turned swiftly and walked away. You could sense something just wasn't right and sure enough it wasn't. After arriving back to Norfolk and driving home to southwest VA that same day and coming into my parent's house for supper lo and behold there is Tom Brokaw talking about the place I had just left earlier in the week on the Nightly News, a coup had taken place.
I would have said southern Iraq/Kuwait during Desert Storm but considering the circumstances I thought there wasn't anything weird about it. Being in a location where an unexpected schiattstorm is about to erupt and knowing something just isn't right but not being able to put your finger on it was surreal in a sense.
Port Of Spain, Trinidad & Tobago back in '90 while in the Navy. Sat in a pizza parlor while a hooker outside the barred up window propositioned me for a slice of pepperoni & sausage while an armed guard tried to move her along. Walking around the town, in most neighborhoods each house had 6 to 8 foot fences topped with barb wire and a huge dog patrolling inside. As my buddy and I were going down an isolated street, two men in traditional Muslim dress looked up, spotted us and turned swiftly and walked away. You could sense something just wasn't right and sure enough it wasn't. After arriving back to Norfolk and driving home to southwest VA that same day and coming into my parent's house for supper lo and behold there is Tom Brokaw talking about the place I had just left earlier in the week on the Nightly News, a coup had taken place.
I would have said southern Iraq/Kuwait during Desert Storm but considering the circumstances I thought there wasn't anything weird about it. Being in a location where an unexpected schiattstorm is about to erupt and knowing something just isn't right but not being able to put your finger on it was surreal in a sense.
little club downtown Chicago, it got torched, some say the cops did it as it was a giant pain for them.
had never seen anything like it, late 70's and I was a wide eyed farm boy, men with makeup, safety pins through their cheeks and other parts of their faces, wild clothes and hair,
co'ed restrooms, didn't matter which one you went into everyone just used whatever was available, funny to watch a little filly straddle a man's urinal to relieve herself.
and then the alley out back, lots of strange goings on back there, people doing drugs, sex, and some of those disgusting animals were even smoking cigarettes!
I couldn't read sign real well back then, but I was pretty certain I was a fur piece from SW MO.
my mother would have fainted if she'd seen me in that place
she'd have been mad as hell if she knew how many times I went back! lol had to, what a freakshow
Standing in the center of what seemed like a glass lined room which was detonation point of and underground nuclear test, a mile from the tunnel entrance and 2000ft below ground surface, with no supplied air, a miners light, double suited up with anti contamination gear including a full face mask.
I assume that was before the detonation? when you say glass lined room it makes me wonder.
Burning Man Festival, Black Rock, NV S Dali Museum in Florence, Italy Market Day at El Alto La Paz, Bolivia Isla Del Sol, Lake Titticaca, Peru
Those are the weird places. This forum is the source of the weirdest ideas I have ever heard. But that is why I can't stop checking out the hunters fire for the next whacky idea.
When in college one of my buddies worked in a funeral home for room and board doing light maintenance, cleaning, etc. He had a room stuck way in the bowels of the building, and it took a number of turns though various hallways to get to it.
Got into a bottle or two of MD 20/20 and a few joints, then decided it was time to tap a kidney. Took a number of wrong turns and found myself in a dark room. Thinking it was the john I searched for a light switch, finding none I struck my lighter. A few dead folks there in different stages of "preparation" loomed out of the dark in the low light. Forgot about peeing.
Yep, I've been there. Except that is the Jicarilla Apache Reservatin in Dulce, NM It's Some of the best Elk Hunting in the Southwest right there, if you can afford it.... Anyhow, All the local Apaches looking at you like your about to be their next scalping victim.
The weirdest place I was ever in was the Cadaver Room at Texas A&M Medical School, at night with a hot little Vet. Student gal I was dating while going to school there.
Thats right, Apache, there was two of us and it did not take us long to figure out we were in the wrong place. It was still in a barn at that time, we were hunting closer to Chama and went over there one evening.
My buddy and I were riding atv's out on a back road and he wrecked his. He broke both both bones in his forearm so that it was bent at a wrong angle and he hit his head so hard he had a seizure. I thought he was dying. I ran to the nearest house to call 911, when they answered the door I basically ran passed them and ran for the phone. What I saw was basically every room stacked 3 feet high in newspapers, books, phonebooks, and various garbage. There were paths through the garbage that were so straight and turned on 90 degree angles to go into other rooms that the corners were square. One of the people that lived there was a severely mentally retarded man who when seeing a stranger walk into the house commenced into making some weird howler monkey racket. I was in my teens and already freaking out because I thought my friend was dying, then I walked into that nightmare and nearly lost my mind. I have never been in a hoarder's house before or since. And that is something I have no need to see again.
makes me even more want to sit around a real campfire and hear some of your stories of these places.
really enjoyed the pix posted too cool for school
life what a wonderful and crazy circus it can be!
Ain't that the truth... will say, unless you've been to India you have no idea what weird is. I do love the place though. It's maddening, frustrating, depressing and endlessly entertaining and surprising.
Stateside, nothing I've seen (and I've been most everywhere) eclipses P-Town MA for sheer wholesale weirdness.
Scared the livin' bejabbers outta me, and I ain't never been back.
Ok, well, now... it depends on what you mean by "place", as in location, anatomic versus geographic, and what you mean by "been", as in what parts of one's body might of been there...
I gotta admit my Big Johnson has been in some places so weird I don't think nobody needs to never hear about it, no how...
But I will say, they was all female kinds of places...
I'm fairly certain 80% of everyone I met in CA/OR/WA is either a Grand Marnier away from raping a 7 year old or killing a hooker.
You're one stupid muther [bleep], your kind is not welcomed here. Besides, chubby chasers like yourself have way more targets down there, oh yeah....FOAD.
Oh yeah, The Evergreen State College in Olympia WA was pretty darn weird. A nude beach right on campus sounds pretty cool but the hairy and smelly hippie girls who went there were downright scary.
Thank God our WalMart seems awful normal. Course we don't have that many weird folks around here.
But I've been in one about 3 hours east of here that had a few strange ones in it. Of course that wasn't the only place in that town we saw a few strange ones...
Weird is taking a jog on a beach in RI only to find yourself surrounded by nude people... but only nude men... holding hands and staring a hole in your azz... that's weird. And makes one jog faster...
Weird is taking a jog on a beach in RI only to find yourself surrounded by nude people... but only nude men... holding hands and staring a hole in your azz... that's weird.
Weird is taking a jog on a beach in RI only to find yourself surrounded by nude people... but only nude men... holding hands and staring a hole in your azz... that's weird.
I'm fairly certain 80% of everyone I met in CA/OR/WA is either a Grand Marnier away from raping a 7 year old or killing a hooker.
You're one stupid muther [bleep], your kind is not welcomed here. Besides, chubby chasers like yourself have way more targets down there, oh yeah....FOAD.
Saw a cobra get away at the cobra blood bar... you'd be surprised how fast the crowd split to let it through.
Notice how most of the snake handlers had missing digits? And virtually all the missing were pinkies? Guessing if you have to cut a finger off to earn credibility that might be the best choice...
Not really wierd, but the little seafood restaurant in Snake Alley was really cool. Like a little English teahouse once you go in, but I literally had to duck way down to get through the door and the ceiling beams were far too low for me, also. Aquaria filled with ALL kinds of live seafood out front and you picked your victims and they rought them to you per instructions...
Couldn't help but think of the intro to "The Meaning of Life".
I'm fairly certain 80% of everyone I met in CA/OR/WA is either a Grand Marnier away from raping a 7 year old or killing a hooker.
You're one stupid muther [bleep], your kind is not welcomed here. Besides, chubby chasers like yourself have way more targets down there, oh yeah....FOAD.
Ignore is your friend. I got sick of him saying everybody north of some imaginary line was trash. It got a lot more peaceful when I stopped reading his drunken mumblings . Please don't quote him.
Thank God our WalMart seems awful normal. Course we don't have that many weird folks around here.
But I've been in one about 3 hours east of here that had a few strange ones in it. Of course that wasn't the only place in that town we saw a few strange ones...
talked to the wife about this thread when we stopped off at Wally World to pick up a few things....small town, ran into about 8 people we knew in there also...
My wife said there are plenty of good things about Walmart...
I asked "what for instance?"
She said after she has been in Walmart, Good Will seems like a real high class place to shop....
I'm fairly certain 80% of everyone I met in CA/OR/WA is either a Grand Marnier away from raping a 7 year old or killing a hooker.
You're one stupid muther [bleep], your kind is not welcomed here. Besides, chubby chasers like yourself have way more targets down there, oh yeah....FOAD.
Ignore is your friend. I got sick of him saying everybody north of some imaginary line was trash. It got a lot more peaceful when I stopped reading his drunken mumblings . Please don't quote him.
I hear ya..I've never used the ignore feature, and I'm sure not going to start with this goofy ass looking pud. He's the type that talks all tough on the puter, but he's just an insecure thumb/cock sucker.