Dixie
A few weeks ago I was telling Ben this story, and he was all 'why is this not on your blog?' and so... yeah. Here is the weirdest thing that happened to us during WOMAD weekend. We were driving on the outskirts of small-town New Plymouth at about 10pm, looking for our hotel. We're trucking along in the dark, and suddenly we see a tiny vehicle on the footpath to our left. As we come closer, we realise it's one of those mobility scooters that the elderly and handicapped use. Driving it is... basically the modern version of dust bowl migrant, with a wife-beater and a mullet, and on his vehicle is flying - I kid you not - a *full sized Confederate flag*. It was car-dealership-sized. I can't believe it didn't tip his scooter over.
The whole thing happened in a flash - it was so crazy it was almost like we hallucinated it, but there were four of us in the car. So... I have so many questions! I mean, when they say 'the south will rise again', do they mean *this* far south? And where did he even *get* a Confederate flag, and why would he be carrying it around with him in the dark on the outskirts of town, and... I mean, wow. Just wow.