My return to the ruins of Sun Hills Hotel and Fujino

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Back in May, I explored the ruins at Sagamihara. It was an unforgettable adventure that stayed with me, so I decided to return to the ruins of Sun Hills Hotel again, for location scouting.



Before that I went past the beautiful Tsukui lake.

tsukui lake

tsukui lake 2

tsukui lake 3


Got carried away there.

Anyway, I felt a strange feeling of warmth and familiarity when i returned to the cursed and possibly haunted ruins of Sun Hills Hotel.

Entering the ruins of Sun Hills Hotel


This time I felt good because I got to take photos of it with my more badass camera.

Stairs

Sun Hills Hotel

Windows (Sun Hills Hotel ruins)

View of Sagamiko Lake

Another way into the ruins

Broken glasses (Sun Hills Hotel ruins)

balcony (Sun Hills Hotel ruins)

Surviving plants


There was a bamboo forest nearby. Perfect for the epic martial arts scene that I haven't written into my script yet.

bamboo trees

bamboo trees 2


Continued exploring the town of Fujino because I didn't do that last time.

houses in Fujino

Fujino map


The Tsukui tunnel was built before World War 2.

Fujino tunnel


"The train came out of the long tunnel into the snow country."

No train and no snow though.

Fujino tunnel 2


"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers..."

Mysterious gate

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