This is a compilation which has been a work in progress for a long time. It was my initial motivation and my starting point for venturing underground. I decided I had to see them all. In some cases there’s only a few traces of what they were, but in this ridiculous train freak collection there is no end. The struggle continues. Maybe the insignificant traces will become a must-see in the future. For sure I don’t expect so but after some raids in caves, sewers and war bunkers we always come back to the metro, so who knows. There’s plenty of rare places to see, other than the stations, that will be shown in future stories but for now the infamous collection that every rat must do at least in his home town. The abandoned stations.
I took the meaning of this sign that appears in the below photo very seriously, it was my beginning and that friendly sign says “go inside”! So that’s was what we did. Correos was our first one. Many of you will already know why.
The best known among the disused metro stations in the city and one of the most desired. Some guys have traveled a lot of miles to come here and see the old beauty that is well preserved in some parts just like the day it was closed. On one of the central columns inside the station you can find an informational poster about its closure in 1972 as well as a few advertisements from the seventies. Correos was the end of the former section of the now non-existent line III of the Gran Metropolitano de Barcelona. Used both by customers in public service and also the postal service. Outside there is the main building in the city for the national postal service, which is called Correos (Post) so that’s the name of the station originated. Inaugurated in 1934 the station was closed to extend the line and make way for the new and present day L4. Now this beauty is located right in the middle of two active stations, the platforms were cut back from the tracks to let the new wider trains pass through, which has stopped any chance of their ever being a museum built to preserve it for the sad anoraks to talk about online. Instead, it will remain exclusively hidden from those who haven’t got the balls to go and see it for themselves. Those who do will be rewarded appropriately.
always really busy. We’ve met workers there, had unscheduled trains passing by after hours and almost hitting us and having to brake hard on the bend and stop, almost blocking our escape. We have seen worker’s trains with sirens, more worker’s trains and of course the track guards many times. But it’s worth the visit in any case, I didn’t stop until I had all the advertisements well caught in raw. It’s unique, the only station in the city where you can see the history on the walls so clearly.
This was the second achievement. No more than a ruin, but in this case the goal was just getting there. It was a long run underground, crossing three active stations in the process. You can find a lot of information about Fernando everywhere online but some of it is wrong and a lot of people believe that nothing remains there. As you can see in the photos that is not true, it may be nothing more than a hole in a wall from the tracks but for sure the ruins are still there if you go and check it out.
We walked for three hours underground, dodging work trains and one security guard. We felt really trapped the whole time and that we were closer to failure with each new step. And then, when we were so close to the ruin, so close to winning we walked right in to two workers. It was tense for a few seconds, as they looked at us wondering what we were doing but eventually nothing happened. We were wearing yellow vests, as some kind of disguise but the workers, after speaking shit for a while, didn’t actually care about us. They were more concerned with waiting for a late train to leave work and get home. When we finished taking our photos and checking the place out they opened the main gate of the active station for us and we left saying goodbye.
This is pretty much all of what remains there now. The station was inaugurated in 1946 and it belongs to a section of the line which was eventually closed when L3 expanded into the area and L4 started growing in another direction. It was replaced and was finally closed on 1968 to allow for the opening of a stretch of Fernando to the next station. The name Fernando is due to the name of an old street on the surface which is named after an old King. This station is located just 200 meters from an active station so for sure we could have got to it by jumping off a platform and running off into the darkness, but walking was nicer. There’s nothing more there than a poor hole without lights, but fun to reach though huh?
We were pretty lucky to reach this place after hours since there’s no vents with open grids near by and it’s in such a busy part of the city. So here in this post are the only two shots I made inside of what remains of Fernando. If you search for old images you will find that it’s pretty hard to recognize how it once was since it was largely demolished over the years. The only thing that makes you recognize it as a metro station were the old exit stairs that are still there.We never went back again.
As we weren’t satisfied at all with Fernando we went to the other famous station, the marble beauty. Used for many things related to the workings of the metro but never actually opened to passengers. A never inaugurated station that is probably the most visible and most famous of the metro system in Barcelona. Many people can tell you about the ‘ghost station’ called Gaudí, maybe this one is the one with most ectoplasm in it. Maybe it’s because the lights are always on. I’m not sure. A few years ago some company started to use the station as a big advertisement by putting big ads on the walls, so everybody spoke about Gaudí when that happened. In every post you find about ghost stations here or in Barcelona the first that gets mentioned is always Gaudí. It’s most likely because of the name, which is world famous. This one looks like it is more from the modern city than Correos does and I think that it can be visited by legal means so many filmmakers and such people have been there many times for different reasons. It’s also the headquarters of the retired metro employees association.
Built in 1968, the station lies next to Sagrada Família on L5. Lying practically in the basement of the famous Antoni Gaudí’s church of the same name, it was an early project for what would eventually become the current Sagrada Família metro station and it can be seen at times from the carriage when there’s enough light. In 1970 the government in charge dismissed the plan blaming costs and left, possibly wrongly, the station without ever being inaugurated. Gaudí remains closed but it is fully equipped with elevators, fire exits, lights and enough space on the platforms to receive passengers. Sometimes trains park there late at night after service. The writers know that very well and the first stories that I heard about Gaudí were from writers that had spent several successful nights there.
The first time I walked in, I’ll admit that I thought this place was pretty boring. It looks like it has been refurbished many times so it’s hard to find the dirt and the history like you can with the other stations. With the train passing by every 5 minutes the experience changes the game. Much like with Correos this one is much better in service. Even though I’ve been there many times I never spotted a hole filled with black and putrid mud in a dark corner. That was until the last visit when I almost went for a swim in the mud and filth. If you ever get there you will find my footsteps in that pool of wet shit. The mud aside it’s a nice place to capture some shots like the one of my comrade and him taking his photo.
This is that kind of place where every time you get in it’s totally different. You never know what is going to be going on down there. That’s the fun of coming back again and again to the marble station. The more you visit Gaudí the more probabilities you have to be a witness to something unusual taking place. For sure you will have golden moments there, just like any other of the disused stations of the metro system and despite the initial boredom, it’s a must see.
When I reached this place I felt like I was in a black and white movie, like being in some film about prohibition laws with guys wearing moccasins. This station preserves one of the nicest urban legends about the metro – the special secret shuttles that go away every night full of money using the metro lines to go… where exactly? As the most important bank’s offices are to be found on the surface people dream up these stories. Good. Maybe it was once true, or just a plan that was never executed but it doesn’t happen anymore. Banco was built by the city council in 1911 and added to the line in 1925 to be used as materials warehouse but not anymore. You can find some old and dusty tracks piled up there, but no secret ninja shuttles driven by ghost riders leaving to Madrid with our money.
This station was never opened to the public so there’s nothing more to see than a dusty stair and two shitty platforms – one of them occupied by a vent – and just a load of crap everywhere. Even the colors of the walls are shit. I never showed these photos before because I think that they are shit, I’ll probably go back at some point and get some more, better photos.
I’d like to inform all the future insane metro collectors that the walk through here is an awesome walk, almost like time travel. To reach the station after hours you will pass through some of the nicest tunnels I’ve had the pleasure to see in this metro system. Mostly handmade brick tunnels. Nice
Heading to Banco I also found one of the weirdest messages scratched in a wall that I’ve ever found. I can just imagine a crazy heroin junkie in the seventies running tunnels and doing this sort of scratching. What times! The inscription says: Punk. Todo para la vena (Punk. All through the vein) It’s hard to translate how poorly written it is in Spanish. Awesome.
Let’s go to another system: Renfe. Bigger tunnels built for faster trains. Most of the stuff related to Renfe was demolished or refurbished to the point of becoming new, so there isn’t much to see with regard to abandoned stations. This train network is a beast sustained with Spanish money and it’s sometimes difficult to recognize the recent investments. All of the country is sinking, just like many others so no there’s no controversy there. It’s a fact. Meanwhile this means that there are lots of old holes in fences made by writers many, many years ago everywhere. Going trackside in Renfe you can easily spot cameras covered in dust facing walls, so who is looking at them? Lot’s of shit everywhere, throw-ups, lonely chairs posed for 22 bracket HDR forum click bait and furtive gardens made by retired workers. That’s the environment of this mythical place. Bifurcació-Vilanova.
I first stepped inside here many years ago and I could say that nothing has changed at all since that day. It’s a huge place, really quiet at night – disturbingly quiet perhaps. You always find yourself looking back and searching for human shapes in the shadows. It’s so big in fact that when you are in one end it’s difficult to even see where the platform ends on the other side. This station was built in 1970 to be an exchange from Renfe to metro. In the metro station on the surface you can still find the traces of that brotherhood between the two systems. It was originally envisioned as a huge hub station like Estació del Nord but it was never opened to the public. A big space virtually occupied by an enormous platform covered in dust full of holes, completed by a pair of elevators. My comrade has said something about this station before.
This place is a source of power for rats, bringing to those rodents a clarifying immunity to underground dangers. Not only for rats also for writers, thieves and hobos. This place provides a mantle for dark plots. It ensures discretion. We’ve spotted some swag that’s been dropped on the floor lots of times, in one of them we found a key. A key of the one and only abandoned metro station in Madrid, Chamberí, as the key label said. Alluring. I always check the upper level when I go there. Just for security reasons. In the upper level there is a tunnel, a passageway, the exchange walkway with no end where people used to creep. The guy who used to live there has been organizing and classifying his treasures for years. Now he’s gone, but his belongings are still there.
He was an old trackhead that went completely mad. He ate rats. At first only the dead corpses he found in old disused vents, but after eating dozens he hunted and cooked hundreds. His life was some kind of infectious disease. All day lurking in dark platform endings just to grab and bite at the feet of people going nervously and quickly to the trains. His crimes were mostly executed on the late night shift workers that walked the tracks. He hated the workers. All of his ascetic life he used to follow every movement of the station chief in charge. He stalked for weeks, maybe months and in the proper moment he acted. Like a hideous vermin always stealing their keys and sucking every piece of skin or hair he may have found lost in the dirt. It was perfect for him, a paradise for he rightful nasty minion of Dyegoh the Metro Gandalf. That human stain spent several years like a true underground king, peacefully. Celebrating his golden years wanking in stolen metro clothes every night before going to sleep. That ungrateful bitch got what he deserved. Flu took him and he was eaten by cats.
Despite the no man land’s look of the place and all of that traitor’s hog-wash, in the daytime it’s really busy. There are three tracks and a lot of trains so it’s better to wear a yellow vest or you’ll look a bit suspicious. For sure one of the most quiet places to do a pizza party with trains passing by. Lovely.
A frustrated wet dream for a capitalist pig. The original plan was going to help a bunch of people by building a big private station which was attached to a shopping mall. Baricentro itself (the mall) is still there, with half of the space pretending to be open as parking space for the millions of customers it never gets. It remains almost abandoned. The station was built in 1982, like many other stations on Renfe’s network it was set up to prevent freight trains from passing through central Barcelona, but when the other stations on this line began their passenger services in 2005 (when the R7 line started) this one never opened to the public.
It’s quite hard to spot the portal as the main entrance is located amongst highways and roundabouts where cars are traveling at high speeds and you can find dead rabbits in the verges by the side of the road. Also when you’re in it looks and feels almost like a rat trap, since there’s no way out inside, the doors are locked and the only way to leave is back via the portal, but it is quiet and far enough from anywhere to feel comfortable about not being spotted. There isn’t a lot to see there as the station remains unfinished and the tracks are mostly used for freight trains with the occasional passenger service passing through.
I took these photos and didn’t see or hear one train and we thought that we were alone on a disused track since I’d never read anything about the place before. I did the photos with the red light on my head, knowing that it’s a pretty stupid thing to do in daytime, but it covers my face and gives some color to that boring structure. Just in the moment that my comrade was up above on the ramps and my camera was looking at me fifty meters away in the middle of the tracks, a huge chugging noise approached fast. Fuck. I started to run to the camera after wondering if I had enough time and thinking that I should just leave it there and lose it to the front of a train. Luckily I didn’t, and got away fast enough. You’re always learning from noob actions like that.
Rumors and gossip often confuse this station with Bifurcació-Vilanova. It’s really just a half abandoned station. I asked myself ‘what the hell is at the end of that platform?’, you know… I include myself amongst those who once used to believe that this place was a different abandoned station. But after trying to get in two times, I finally managed to go inside after dodging two security guards that were looking for burglars. It was easy and I finally managed to reveal the secret of Clot.
You can see a lot of photos on the net like the one above. They are mostly put online by the usual train wankers on various forums, and each time the photo is posted the story behind it changes. Now we can see the facts, or maybe I’m just making this up to continue the trend. You can always go and see it for yourself.
It looks abandoned in these photos, but right at the far end there are passengers waiting for their trains like normal. A few years ago was the worst, the platform was dirty, filled with dust and all the photos of it were tricky enough to look like an abandoned station, but no. Just a disused exit part.
The main entrance that once was and is still there is now just an emergency exit. I can sleep better at night after being there for myself and realizing that no more metro derps are left behind. Well, there is still something to check, but not really fitting for this post. It remains an empty space which was earmarked for a new station in 2006. It was never even started and so is another story which will be held for another time, on another adventure.
A note for those who ask himself about Travessera or La Bordeta: there’s nothing to see left there, only empty platforms which aren’t even inside a tunnel. Once a station and now used as part of a workshop or something else.
The metro addiction is far from over, enjoy the trying.