Then it was prison uniform - could be worse, though it isn't catwalk material - and finally fingerprints and photographs before I got taken into the prison itself.
Everything there seemed surprisingly relaxed, cell doors open, a number of prisoners out in the exercise yard.
Once the warden and guard departed I chatted to a few of the prisoners out in the yard, in for so many different crimes from murder and treason downwards. Prostitution and drunkenness put me pretty much at the low end of the pecking order unless I could find someone imprisoned for littering.
Even more surprisingly there were a few men mixing freely with the women, a couple of them definitely hunks, maybe I could pass some time pleasurably.
The beds were a bit hard but one can catch some sleep even though it is never completely quiet.