My First Urbex Adventure: The Port of the Islands Hotel
It was a week into the pandemic. The world was shutting down, and oddly enough, the only “open” places were the ones that had been abandoned for years. In other words, it was the perfect time to dive into something I’d been fascinated with for years: urban exploration.
The Obsession Is Born
My obsession with urbex started way back when I was 16, thanks to a creepypasta called Abandoned by Disney. That story sent me spiraling down a rabbit hole about Disney’s forgotten Discovery Island and, eventually, into the entire world of exploring abandoned places. Fast forward to 2020: after a week of working from home, I decided it was time to turn my longtime curiosity into action.
I’d been a fan of Abandoned Florida’s website for ages, engrossed over the eerie photos of forgotten landmarks. So, I scrolled through their archives and landed on a place that seemed perfect for a beginner explorer like me: the Port of the Islands Hotel.
This spot had everything: decay, mystery, and a weirdly haunting beauty. Sure, it was totally trashed— shattered windows, spray-painted walls, and every last bit of furniture destroyed—but something about the property felt like it still had life in it.
The Journey Begins
I found the address on an old MapQuest page, and plugged it into Google Maps. Three hours away. Yeah, that’s a six-hour round trip just to poke around a musty hotel, but it’s not like I had anything better to do. So my partner and I hopped in the car and started driving.
At the tail end of the three hour drive, the GPS led us through what looked like a normal middle-class Naples neighborhood—mowed lawns, shiny SUVs, white picket fences. “This can’t be right,” I thought. But then, there it was: the crumbling, desolate hotel looming from behind the pristine suburb like a scene straight out of Edward Scissorhands.



The First Steps Inside
My heart was pounding. This was it—the moment I’d been dreaming about for years. But as we parked in the sketchy lot, reality started to set in. What if I got arrested for trespassing? What if someone yelled at us? What if leaving the car here was a terrible idea? It was only three hours back home—I could still chicken out, right?
Thankfully, my partner talked me into committing. With adrenaline kicking in, I grabbed my camera and we made our way in. Below is the gallery of what we saw:




While each room was technically the same, each one was in a different state of decay. Some had vines creeping in, some had strange fungi growing on the mattress, some had shattered windows, some were completely boarded up. It was fun to explore all of them.











On the drive home, I felt exhilarated, already thinking about the next abandoned place to explore. I had officially caught the urbex bug. Over the years, we went on to explore several more abandoned sites, but this one remained my favorite.
Unfortunately, the Port of the Islands Hotel has since been demolished. If you ever decide to try urban exploration for yourself, please remember to respect these sites. Follow the golden rule: Take nothing but photos, leave nothing but footprints. Destruction ruins these places for future explorers.