This will be the last post I do about Womad. All good trilogies come in threes (Hitchhikers being the exception).
A new thing this year was that the inside of the Siam tent was beautifully decorated, usually it is just plain.
At night it was even lovelier.
Although the best bit was probably meeting Bob Dylan from 1965.
Speaking of Dylans, the oddest moment of the festival was when a pair of fourteen year olds asked me if I was Irish because I look like Dylan Moran. It's ridiculous logic, that's like saying 'Are you Italian because you look like spaghetti?'.
I'm not even sure I look that much like him, what do you think?