the very first time i went to visit a prison was about 6 years ago in Thailand. it was the most dangerous maximum security prison in the world where most people are on death row. i tried to get in but got turned away. i remember walking around outside and had some chilly mixed feelings. why i went there is still a mystery to me. maybe i just wanted to do something totally different? i still wonder from time to time what actually happens inside.
today was the 2nd time in my life i went to a prison. this time i went to visit a loved one. until today, i had no idea where it was so driving deep in the mountains was peaceful. it’s way off the road and hidden deep in the valley.
the roads were really quite and there were nobody around. a very scenic and green drive.
then a wild boar walks onto the street? i drive slowly and approach him. if i had my bow and arrow, i would have had dinner on the table.
i stop at the guarded gate. then i see another boar in my side mirror. then i approach the guard shack with my identification. they look at me and said “you no can go in with shorts brah!” omg, i had to turn around again!!! maybe something is telling me not to go to prisons anymore…
on a brighter note, good to see Nao-san exploring and taking some surf trips. that’s the life girl!
