Here is the funny thing. You never, ever really know the back story. No matter how much you think you are looped into someones situation, you never really are.
A few years ago, I was working in Africa for months on end. It was an amazing project. OW was opening a girls school just outside of Johannesburg, South Africa and we were shooting a documentary on it. And, as it is with ALL productions, chaos was king.
But, me and the ENTIRE crew somehow managed to make it to this little bar called The Jolly Roger close to every single night. No matter if we'd worked an 8 or 16 hour day, we'd roll in and create mayhem. I would have these massively stout cuba libres with x-tra long straws placed before me by every dude in the joint while trying to keep the peace on overtime, 2nd meal, payday, budgets, etc...
All the while crushing on the South African's beautiful souls.
So, here I am almost 2 years later and what do I remember about South Africa?
Africa to me:
Cuba libres--2 shots of Captain Morgan with coke--3 limes
Friends from strangers in less than a minute
Conducting big business from the back of a golf cart, laughing all the way
Happy days in torrential downpours with a bottle of champ, cracking a tooth on it, wild animals watching
The most magical sunset I have ever had the honor to witness
A lone apple core in an elevator and laughing til I cried that my friend tried to pick it up and eat it
My hotel becoming a gear room with everyone traipsing in and out from dusk til dawn
Matis, massages, and glorious facials---then, befriending the masseuse and all her drama/stories
The best body guards ever--who understood the importance of a cooler full of Red Bull every day
Mutton, what do you mean mutton?
Many talked about trips to Madagascar--driving til the sand dead ends in the ocean
Africa by Toto
My Assistant Camera Op telling me that Africa Loves You, MST
That about says it all....
And, here begins a new series of posts from R-T-W things u just knew you know/saw/thought. Or didn't.