Easter Sunday began with a petting zoo, stocked with some very cute ducklings and an alarmingly duck-hungry rabbit, who had to be put in timeout after vicious attacks on several of his fellow attractions.
The subsequent easter parade felt a bit half-hearted, but did feature some impressively hatted ladies distributing stuffed toys to children and one of your intrepid investigators (not the one you're thinking...)
We sampled the staples of the (nomenclature-disputed) Gambia, which was surprisingly delicious
and then met with our second Bosnian cab driver (???) and embarked on one of those extremely painful try-to-find-place-located-on-XYZhighway-number-abillion and hire our DODGE CHARGER. That's right, after only a small amount of making the most of southern hospitality we were hitting the road to our plantation house sans the"or similar" aspect of car hire that haunts the cheap and un-pushy.
We arrived at the stunning (and oddly, owned by Sydney healthcare-magnate Paul Ramsey) Nottoway in time for a sunset stroll of the grounds, sipping mintless juleps on our balcony and saying (well, declaring) "well, I do declare" in an attempted Kentucky accent. There followed a brief period explaining that veal was probably not a key staple of a vegetarian's diet and dinner on the private bowling alley built for the original owners' 11 children.... I do declare it was a very fine experience indeed. In keeping with the emerging support-our-troops theme of the holiday, we were somehow granted a military discount on both room and dinner. Semper fi!
The subsequent easter parade felt a bit half-hearted, but did feature some impressively hatted ladies distributing stuffed toys to children and one of your intrepid investigators (not the one you're thinking...)
We sampled the staples of the (nomenclature-disputed) Gambia, which was surprisingly delicious
and then met with our second Bosnian cab driver (???) and embarked on one of those extremely painful try-to-find-place-located-on-XYZhighway-number-abillion and hire our DODGE CHARGER. That's right, after only a small amount of making the most of southern hospitality we were hitting the road to our plantation house sans the"or similar" aspect of car hire that haunts the cheap and un-pushy.
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