A quick trip through the Fremantle Markets didn’t entice us to linger – too hot and too many people, but obviously a popular spot.
Our Doing Tine Tour guide was a retired prison warden, who soon informed us that he was going to speak to us as if we were prisoners, which basically meant he yelled in our faces most of the time. This seemed to be partly due to trying to give us the “real” experience minus the strip searches, and also to keep us on the run so that we completed the 90 minute tour on time.
The prisoners who would be serving the longest sentences were trained as cooks. The reasoning being that it took a long time to train a good cook! This meant that some of the hardest and nastiest prisoners worked in the kitchen. One day they took the carving knives to a fellow prisoner and beheaded him… no one asked for seconds that day, I bet!
Those on remand, not yet sentenced were kept in this area during the day. Up to 250 men would be herded here all day, with little or no supervision, resulting in all sorts of bullying and violence. They were not allowed to work in the first year.
These are the cells in different eras. There was no electricity installed until 1982. Often the temperature in the cells got to 50C in summer.
I couldn’t take more photos of the gallows, it just seemed wrong too. The sound of the drop was horrifying.
Afterwards we drove to the beach for lunch. My first real sight of the Indian Ocean!