Put in the pen

Honestly Officer - everyone was going at this speed.... The punishment for this horrendous crime is to be locked up in the local jail for 3 nights (You do get day leave though...). And so here we are. Doing time for simply doing what the locals do. Maybe it's just a way to raise revenue at the old gaol by sucking the tourists into their wiley traps.

Whatever the cause, we are now entrenched in the local jailhouse for 3 nights surrounded by the ghosts of past in small cells with locked doors and inmates from all over the world. To get here we backtracked yesterday's early stroll to the same hire car company and got bigger car (to hold all the luggage), drove back to the burrow to collect everyone and the bags and then spent 5 1/2 hours under cloudy skies, some showers and some really heavy rain(no sign of snow) driving the wide open highways to Ottawa. After being institutionalised we went out for dinner at an "authentic" Irish Pub (hmmmmm Guniess!) for dinner and then strolled up to watch the lights dance on the Parliament house building.

Much better than white nights in Melbourne. Back in the pen for the night we plotted our escape. Could take some time as these walls are thick and the guards look like...backpackers.