After we were done, we hailed a rickshaw (bike taxi) and headed to the haunted jail tour. Mr. P was sooo excited! He could barely contain himself. The place itself looked a little shady and I was very glad that we decided not to walk there.
Our guide was a retired school teacher and she was a pretty good story teller. We learned about many of the prisoners and how they died there in the jail. She gave us this long rant about ghosts and orbs... and how "haunted" the place was. Mr. P and I rolled our eyes and gave a "yeah right" nod to each other. Who believes in this stuff anyways? We paid our money to be entertained and figured this was part of the "entertaining".
This is the outside of the haunted jail
see? Look at the above picture. Nothing... Just as clear as can be...
My husband in a jail cell. Can you tell he was having a ball?!


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