I have just landed back home after one of hardest few episodes of Man vs. Wild. (At right is me with one of professional hunters assigned to the safety of the crew.)
Having started off on the Namibian coast on day one with fresh, soft hands after a good holiday break, two weeks later I am walking back through the front door of our houseboat with Shara saying I looked battered, with cuts, grazes, bruises everywhere, and with blistered, hard hands ... I guess I am just back into the Man vs. Wild way again after Christmas!
These shows, though, I feel will be especially good ones, full of some of the most intense scenes I can remember: from being dropped into the infamous southern Atlantic swells off the Skeleton Coast, doing battle with large puff adders, to riding some of the biggest rapids in the world; to then getting diarrhea hanging off a sheer rock face, making a canoe out of a dead zebra, and then being caught in a pit with a ravaged giant porcupine! No-one can say life is dull.
As ever the crew worked alongside me in some quite intense situations, and the San Bushmen I encountered were an inspiration to me. Wonderful, gentle, instinctive people.
I hope you guys enjoy the shows when they air in the spring along with Siberia and Indonesia, which I leave for in a couple of weeks.
In the meantime, I am away again this week as I am speaking in both Phoenix and Prague, but am then taking my two young boys off for some antics in the English countryside!
Stay well.