6 Sep, 2016
You forfeit your freedom the moment you step in and the huge door closes behind. You then get stripped of your belongings one by one: the pen, the wrist watch, mobile phone and everything else. Stripped to the bone, a coarse khaki white dress with blue stripes is handed over to wear. You are then marched down to a dark cell at the end of a long corridor filled with the overpowering stench from an unattended toilet. It isn’t the perfect setting for idling away some spare time. But the inconvenience is a small price to pay for being possibly the country’s first “jail tourist”.