While we were at Lake Wannaka, New Zealand, we found a campsite in which to chill out for a couple of days. It was quiet until the vacant spaces around us were abruptly filled by a convoy of Americans in identical campervans, otherwise known as a tour group. It wasn’t long until we met our neighbours, a lovely retired couple from Texas with a drawl so typical it made us feel like we were in an episode of Dallas. The only thing that would have topped it off for us is if Don, a cotton farmer by trade, sported cowboy boots and a Stetson but, sadly, he didn't adhere to the streotype. We talked for some time until we realised the campervan they had hired, which was significantly bigger and more luxurious than ours, was actually like a shoebox in comparison to the one they own at home. Judy fetched a business card from her purse complete with an image of themselves on the back and a picture of their mobile home, or ‘RV’, on the front. It was only when Judy spoke again that our astounded expression was interrupted. Jon Bon Jovi be proud to call it his tour bus since it contains four flat-screen TVs and tows a full-size Hummer behind. In fact, Judy also revealed that they often pull-up to their house after being on the road exploring America’s vast continent and don’t actually go in, preferring to stay in the RV. I can only wonder what their house is like. It must be a real shithole.
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