The Lost Resort

Posted by Crooked Compass

A concrete eyesore, strangled by unforgiving, choking vines and a suffocating cloak of weeds. It’s impossible not to see the sad blot as you circle Rarotonga’s  ring road. Abandoned except for a few bleating goats and bony cows. Lonely as the ocean breeze whistles through its empty hallways like a mournful song. Graffiti adds bursts of colour to the bleak concrete shell. The dotted palms sway as if encouraging you to explore… to find out the sad secret as to why this desolate

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