We visit Wellington to search out Trish’s niece who runs a sort of health cafe there. We have our first and only bad experience in what appears to be a very nice little town of retirees! I pull into the kerb outside a line of shops and find a crowd of guys outside the window and one in particular gesticulating as if we have a flat tire. Yeah, right! I keep punching buttons on my phone, trying to find the address I am looking for. He keeps up the pointing and I make sure the doors are all locked and tell Ted to drive away.
We pull in a bit further on only to find the guy has jumped into his car and is following us! He is still pointing away.
We drive off again and are now heading out of town and I am serious worried that he is still following us. For what? Fortunately we come to a winery on the right and Ted pulls into the parking area. The guy parks outside, comes in and goes to Ted’s window. He winds it down a tiny bit to hear this guy shouting about “you tourists” haven’t paid your parking, etc. etc. etc. A shakedown of sorts of course. We ignore him, don’t reply as he may take it into his mind to do something worse than yell. He shows us he is taking a photo of our number plate. I could easily take a photo of him but we don’t.
We close the window and head back into town, he follows for a bit but we have shaken him off and have no desire to stay in this town any longer.
Turns out as we returned past the church, if we had turned right not left, we would have seen the store and I would have recognized its name from Trish’s instructions! Oh well.
We did have a similar minor situation in Paarl when Ted left me briefly parked on the street outside a bank, and a guy tried to take our number plate photo there too. I always lock the doors in these circumstances and we have not had any
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