Minor annoyance with GPS and Parking fine over, we head to our next place, Kellie's Castle, via this old town called Kampar. This place was lovely – lots of old interesting and dilapidated buildings, and it was so quiet, maybe it was turning into a ghost town…
A few kilometres along the road we arrive at Kellie’s Castle – a beautiful unfinished castle built by this Scotsman who was living here in the 19C. It’s supposed to be haunted, but I don’t really believe in such things, though I did find myself hanging around the haunted room al bit longer than the others, maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of the 6-year-old ghost of Kellie’s daughter…
Alas no, all that was there was a load of bat shit on the floor and a what looked like a wasps nest in the corner, which made my skin crawl so I made a swift exit.
It was really hot, so drinks and ice creams later we were back in the air-conditioning of the car and on our way...
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