The Journey is the Destination

Dan:
Mission statement

for safari as a way of life.

I want to see and do

so many things.

I want this road to end

so that I can start.

The only problem is,

where do I start?

Where... Do... I... Start?

Where do I start?

Where do I start?

Where do I start?

What's so funny?

Okay. All right.

Beautiful.

There we go.

One, two, three.

Mission statement

for safari as a way of life.

To explore the unknown

and the familiar,

the distant and near,

and to record in detail

with the eyes of a child

any evidence of beauty...

Of the flesh or...

Or otherwise,

uh, horror, irony,

traces of utopia or hell.

Look for solutions,

not problems,

and search for clean water

in a swamp.

Select your team with care,

but when in doubt,

take on some new crew

and give them a chance.

Avoid at all costs

fluctuations of sincerity

with your best people.

The hitchhiker's guide

to Southern Africa.

Up to town, down for local.

Diepsloot, Orange grove, Jersey,

or just moving on.

Doing good.

How you doing?

That's my sister.

That's my sister.

No, no, no.

Ah, you park in the back

with my daughter.

Thank you.

Come on.

Godspeed.

I'll tell you

what the answer is.

Purely mathematical.

Every white man has got

to kill nine black guys.

That's the solution.

The mathematical solution?

Yeah. Go into Soweto,

level it.

Don't stop halfway.

I mean, America

killed the Indians.

Australia killed the aborigines.

It's a point of national pride.

Anyone who tells you different

is a bloody hypocrite.

Dan:
My first real Nazi.

Erik, there's a joker

who wants to know

if we can accommodate him

for the night.

Come, bud.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Dan:
What were you

charged with, sir?

The usual:
3,000 volts.

Would you like the light

left on or off?

On, please.

I'll do some reading.

Dan:
Do unto others

before they do unto you.

That statement will be

beaten into some of you.

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Yes for peace!

Whoo!

Hey, mum.

Oh, my sweetheart!

It's so wonderful, so wonderful.

I am so sorry

I can't stay tonight.

Oh, no.

What about the dinner?

You know that's more

your father's crowd than mine.

But I will make it up to you.

I promise, okay?

Yeah.

Love you very much.

Congratulations.

Fantastic.

She's living in the guest house.

At least until

she leaves for good.

Where will she go?

London. Far.

She'll miss

the special brownies.

How special?

Special enough

to make you forget

about her leaving for tonight.

This is up north near Turkana.

Yeah, these are some

of my Samburu friends,

and they had actually told me

that they'd let me come back

for their circumcision

and shoot that.

I thought maybe I could

do that for the service.

Um, that's my sister Amy

and a cheetah.

Oh, sorry. Some of the guys

who work carving statues.

Do you pose them?

Just a bit, just for the light.

Reporter on TV;

Continues unabated.

Earlier predictions

of a disaster

are now a grim reality

unless humanitarian relief

efforts are stepped up.

There are some very nice

images. Personal.

Mm.

Maybe more personal

than journalistic.

Well, what about these?

So this is Kipinget.

She used to live in a Boma,

and the government moved them

to this settlement

and outlawed their

traditional cattle raids...

There's never a boring story.

Only a boring correspondent.

You came here looking

for the dream job.

I'm afraid

I can't give it to you.

I'll tell you

what you want to do.

You want to get out there

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