A lonely train station in a quiet residential area. No sign of hell here. Only Hell Station.
Joe and I have been here before, so we know that one can go to hell and back. But our guests haven’t and you never know… Besides, I think many English speaking people would hardly let such an opportunity pass by. To be able to say that you have literally been to Hell.
We park up our beasts in front of the yellow station. Stroll around. Shoot some pictures under the “Gods-expedition” sign, before we find the station’s waiting room. This time we see something that Joe and I did not see last time. A gold painted door! Where does it lead to? To purgatory? Or do the stairs up to the pearly gates hide behind there? Nope. It turns out it is nothing more exciting than the entrance to the toilets. 🙂