Stories featuring quantum-x

December 2012

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Croix Rouge
/ France
Four years, one week and two days ago four hopeful but reckless adventurers jumped off a Parisian Metro station platform and ran flat out down the tunnel, arriving in the end here at Croix Rouge. At that time, and still now, four years later, this abandoned underground railway station remains one of my favourites.
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All we need is time to breathe
/ Australia
This is the one-hundredth post on Adventure Worldwide. If you'd asked me, when I started the website two and a half years ago, if I could've predicted where I'd be writing the hundredth post and what would've happened in the interim, then I wouldn't have even tried to answer you.

February 2011

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BCN
/ Spain
Never let siologen choose your accomodation. What he'll probably do is arrive at the hostel, settle himself into a 6-bed dorm with 5 teenage girls before welcoming you into your room by shoving the door open. The Asian girl inside will almost definitely fly off the handle and proceed to go nuts about the lack of manners.

December 2010

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The night they shut us down
/ France
Unlike death, my current situation was entirely avoidable. Lumbering in the dirt beside the third rail I peered past the heads of my accomplices at the dog, frenzied and snarling. It was attached to an equally fearsome looking Metro cop, radio in hand reporting his findings.

September 2010

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En el vientre de la bestia
/ Spain
There's an amazing feeling being down in the workings of a hydro plant, knowing that there's all that water potential above your head, held back by a man-made wall and a few valves. And of course, hand controls and levers attached to those valves are always going to provide temptation to mischievous intruders...
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The most dangerous pathway in the World
/ Spain
In order to reach the bridge we had to traverse along pathways of varying states. In one corner the stonework has disappeared to leave gaping holes, carefully stepped over. In some places complete sections of stonework have fallen away down into the water below, leaving only a single length of rail with which to cross the void.

October 2009

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Another late night
/ France
Eventually I chose my moment and deftly snaked past the little yellow sign at the end of the platform, ignoring its warning and dropping down beside the rails and slipping into the darkness. The curve of the tunnel and the whitewash of the walls meant that I was anything but invisible to those still on the platform.

August 2009

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Sur la route - Part 1
/ France, Belgium
Loud French voices announced Paris coming to life, and as it turned out maintaining of Notre Dames grounds was a daily charade. Thinly concealed behind summer greenery the error of my choice of abode was clear: these hard-working gardeners would hardly take kindly to an apparently lazy lowlife sprawled out amongst their hard work.

April 2009

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The abandoned station of Porte Molitor
/ France
Whether the driver had seen any of us or not we weren't sure, but the train was slowing to a halt. Naturally we ran, meeting q-x as the three of us dashed in the direction the train had come from, q-x yelling as we regrouped that he'd seen the driver get out of the cab.
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Reaching Haxo
/ France
Whether they'd seen us or not we weren't going to be reaching the station that night. "Sorry man, just the way it goes with this one..." qx commented as we hurried back along the tunnel. In this fashion Haxo was proving herself, plain in appearance as she was, to be an unrelenting tease.

January 2009

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Robbing the money train (and other short stories) - Part 2
/ France
Yet again moving with all the stealth of a pack of petrified banshee the three of us clanged down the stairs and into the concrete tunnel, passing beneath heavy duty roof supports and alongside various robotically controlled diggers. This side entrance was obviously in its infancy.

December 2008

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Robbing the money train (and other short stories) - Part 1
/ France
Later with cider consumed and bored on a ride all the way to the extremities of the city we decided to open a door we shouldn't have and clamber about on the moving train. Somehow the staff got wind of our activities and at the next station RATP security guards boarded the train.

July 2008

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Zeb's dead
/ France
The only silver train on the network, rarer than the Sprague-Thomsons, was the prototype for the Metro's MF67 stock. For years it kicked around the network, appearing occasionally parked up at disused platforms or tucked away in a lay-up or 'raccord' tunnel.
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Paris Souterrain
/ France
The heavy iron door opened silently. Eyes adjusted to the darkness, inevitably the path ahead was downwards by way of ladders. The clunking sound ceased - quantum-x had reached the bottom. Trying not to breath in the sparkling shards of fibreglass that were now airbourne thanks to our disturbance, I followed.

May 2008

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Anarchy at Moss Side
/ England
Despite an assumed 14 years of neglect, the place didn't seem to be doing too badly. The ward blocks looked sinister: barred windows and little observation slots in the doors. Ultimately we gained entry to both floors of both blocks, but that first time was the most exciting, for we had no idea what was to be found inside.