"We'll head down the centre of Australia towards the
Southern Coast. We'll sleep in Gaol in Gladstone, and we will be taken to a
ghost tour around it. bunking at Gladstone"
During this trip my concept of a bus has changed dramatically; it's not just a long car. It's the place to make friends, sleep, eat, have great conversations, watch movies and have the best time with friends, and sometimes just sit for 10 hours. :D
Or let me correct, maybe sit is not the best word to describe it, just take a look. And this is not even the last day of the trip yet... :P
Anyways, we got to the jail early evening, where we just spent time till it was dark for our ghost tour. I'm not afraid of ghosts in general, but all the stories we heard about the gaol, people committing suicides in it, their spirits....oh dear. And definitely didn't help when some smart-asses started scaring people. The creepy stories alone were ok, but then there was the fear of someone jumping from behind the corner and scaring you. Phew. Night full of screaming, laughing to others, yelling, running for one's life and even tears to certain people, to be totally honest. Well, we survived.
The corridor of our hotel:
Our room:
And the luxuries we got:
Lets call it an experience,
Liisa
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