Deep in the beautiful tropical mountains of Arveilia lies a paradox. Fifty years ago it was a thriving popular tourist attraction. A large beautiful nation park and nature preserve that the corrupt government had steadily grown with more and more attractions. Amusement park rides. Animal enclosures. Gift stores, restaurants and hotells. Remains of their corporate greed were everywhere in what should have been pristine nature. But now nature was taking it all back.
The overly ambitious park had eventually failed. Civil war in the region had dried up all tourism, as well as protests about turning a nature preserve into a zoo had made sure of that. Yet now came the heart of the paradox. Leaving it abandoned and overgrown had lead to it once again thriving as a tourist attraction. Maybe not with the numbers it once had. None of the rides worked or would be safe anymore, and the animals had long ago been transfered, released or escaped their enclosures and cages. And it was quite hard to get to. But adventurous hikers were starting to go to this airy ghost town and abandoned amusement park in droves.
It was a two hour buss ride from the nearest major city though the sprawling farmlands and up the virdant mountains to reach the abandoned town at the foot of the park's valley. The buss only came once per day, not including weekends, so these batches of backpackers came and left in collections of 20-50 people, depending on the season. It could feel crowded, but once disperced through the vast park, you'd only occasionally bump into another soul.
The overgrown hotel had no staff and no one to pay, so there were plenty of rooms to take, though using one's own bedrolls and sleeping bags was still advisable. But then again, the climate was more than temperate enough to sleep out under the open sky as well.
A new buss full of adventurous backpackers was coming up the mountain.