Not perhaps exactly on the same lines but I remembered a site about this girl who regularly rode her motorbike into the Chernobyl area post the disaster, the site is a bit disjointed but keep clicking on the next page links and it will start to make sense, some very vivid pictures and emotive writing of what is in effect a ghost land and it really brings home the enormity of what happened!
http://www.kiddofspeed.com/chapter1.html
As I pass through the check point, I feel that I have entered an unreal world. In the dead zone, the silence of the villages, roads, and woods seem to tell something at me….something that I strain to hear….something that attracts and repels me both at the same time. It is divinely eerie – like stepping into that Salvador Dali painting with the dripping clocks.