March 19, 2007, 6:54 PM |
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We Arrive
Flight to Amsterdam: Shedd’s butter spread and no cheese or ham on my mock McMuffin – I guess cutbacks are rampant on NWA and the only thing missing in coach were the chickens on people’s laps …
Sunday I took off for Spain with five of us in our U.S. contingent, including Shannon, our producer from Tremendous Entertainment, the Minnetonka-based production company charged with keeping me in line. Tremendous CEO, Colleen Needles Steward is along for the trip; we have a PA and a shooter here as well; and two Spanish TV producers are acting as fixers for the week, keeping wheels greased, scouting locations, translating and the like.
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March 12, 2007, 6:57 PM |
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The FLNA is massing on the border with Colombia; coca farmers are rioting in neighboring Bolivia; and I am having dreams about erupting volcanoes as we descend under a moonlit sky into the Quito airport. A night landing in Quito is about as good as it gets … You descend and fly 20 miles straight through the Avenue of Volcanoes, which line either side of this long, thin plateau that the city is built on, high above sea level but nestled in the notches of dozens of dormant and active volcanoes. The moon seems so close you could almost reach out and touch it. Boy, is that ever a tortured cliche! My apologies.
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March 5, 2007, 6:28 PM |
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Moroccan Mo and More Mo
Flying in over Marrakech for the first time, you can’t help but be impressed with the riveting contrasts of the North African landscape … rugged mountains, stunning coast line, hard rocky deserts, verdant oasis and sandy dunes. Oh yes, there’s also a satellite dish on every rooftop. So we land in Morocco around lunchtime, and meet a guy who we’ll call Mo No. 1. He will be our guide, fixer, translator, problem solver, problem creator, con man and raconteur for the next 10 days. He is a piece of work. Six-and-a-half feet tall, and every inch the walking, talking cliché of the savvy souk (market) negotiant. Need a rug? Mo has a cousin. Need a camel for a TV shoot? Mo knows a guy. Of course, once you drive halfway across the country to get your camel or your rug, the deal has changed, the rules have been re-negotiated and Mo is now fully in charge. Continue reading: Morocco »
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March 5, 2007, 5:28 PM |
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Moroccan Mo and More Mo
Flying in over Marrakech for the first time, you can’t help but be impressed with the riveting contrasts of the North African landscape … rugged mountains, stunning coast line, hard rocky deserts, verdant oasis and sandy dunes. Oh yes, there’s also a satellite dish on every rooftop. So we land in Morocco around lunchtime, and meet a guy who we’ll call Mo No. 1. He will be our guide, fixer, translator, problem solver, problem creator, con man and raconteur for the next 10 days. He is a piece of work. Six-and-a-half feet tall, and every inch the walking, talking cliché of the savvy souk (market) negotiant. Need a rug? Mo has a cousin. Need a camel for a TV shoot? Mo knows a guy. Of course, once you drive halfway across the country to get your camel or your rug, the deal has changed, the rules have been re-negotiated and Mo is now fully in charge. Continue reading: Morocco »
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