Heading down south again, just a few kilometers south of Dubrovnik, there is a village called Kupari. When driving through on the main road you will not notice something different to the other locations in Croatia. One turn, however, will set you back in time to 1991, when Yugoslavia was still a thing in the region.
History of Kupari and Dubrovnik
I will not give you an in-depth review of the whole Jugoslavian history but a small insight in the specific region, and the fights that took part in the village of Kupari. After the Jugoslavian referendum where the people of all kinds of different countries voted for independence, the region of Dubrovnik was Croatian, split off from the mainland of Croatia and from a military perspective, too hard to hold. Cut off from the Croatian mainland the only way of supplying the area was via ships or airdrops.
There was no major military installation, no radar tower, and nothing then civilian buildings and infrastructure there since the supply would have been problematic. In addition to that, parts of the area had been declared to be part of the UNESCO world heritage. Attacking and plundering the area was basically a war crime. But as we all know, nations at war did not/do not really care what is written in the Geneva Conventions.
Kupari
Just one turn and about hundred meters from the main road you get the impression that you have crossed an invisible border. The roads to the complex still intact, palm trees on the sides but an abstract view nevertheless. 
We parked the vans in an old parking spot, took the cameras out and headed into the complex.
At first, we made our way through the ruins very carefully and did not really know where to look first.
Looking at the ground from time to time is a pretty basic human instinct, and was necessary whilst strolling around in the remainders of what must have been an epic location.
We felt more and more secure when we discovered, that the location was quite well visited with foreigners and locals. A basic rule of thumb and no surprise, really: Exploring the ruins = tourists, walking the dog or drinking a beer at the sea = locals.
Climbing in and on these hotels was quite an experience, and I would highly recommend everyone to take a look, if already in the area.
Do note, however, that it may not be safe at all spots and use your brain from time to time. At least for me, the sights were both exciting and terrifying at the same time. It is quite a mix of feelings you get from walking almost empty hallways, echoing at each step when glass breaks beneath your feet. 
Just the noises of the other explorers and locals through the piles of trash and newer garbage from visitors.
Sometimes it is just water, dripping through the ceiling, hitting something out of thin metal which makes a spooky sound. 
I can hardly express the feelings and thoughts I had whilst walking through the facility. One thing is quite sure for me as a lover of posthuman apocalyptic and end time literature/games/films: It was absolutely worth the visit.
It can also send some shivers down your spine when you think of this happening in the 20th century, in Europe, against international law. The realization, that if a government decides to bomb and plunder, the only thing you can do as a casual civilian is to grab your stuff and start running is quite sobering.
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