K was going to be locked up in prison for another two weeks at least, awaiting trial for her assault on S. It took three hours to travel the long distance to visit her. Even after that, I was not guaranteed an audience with the accused.
Security was such that all visitors were challenged to peel away thick layers of cardboard panels of various sizes to find the prison entrance. If you did this in the wrong order, you were left staring at a glossy advertising hoarding for make-up.
I failed the task and was only able to speak to K by telephone. She was, understandably, desperate to leave custody.