Students of Australian history know the country got its official start as a dumping ground for British criminals.
One of those settlements was Port Arthur, on a desolate Tasmanian peninsula, surrounded by shark-infested waters. Prime real estate for a prison for the toughest British and Irish criminals — more than a thousand — who were shipped there in the 1800s.
Their will was tested by hard labor while being shackled to each other (they built the place) and floggings. Later, a “gentler” approach was used: prisoners were forced into silent isolation, hoods covering their heads. Many ended up in the insane asylum.
Those who tried to escape didn’t make it very far. Especially a prisoner who tried to disguise himself in a kangaroo hide, and was found out when he was shot at by hungry guards, thinking he would be dinner.
There was also a separate prison for boys. Some as young as 9 ended up there for offenses like stealing toys. Plus the eerie Isle of the Dead, where more than a thousand convicts and prison workers are buried.
Speaking of eerie, the number of dead at the site increased more than a century after the last convict had gone. In 1996, a gunman went on a crazed spree, killing 35 people, including tourists who went to see history, and tragically became a part of it.