Showing posts with label Zimbabwe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zimbabwe. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Reader Appreciation

I recently read Olga’s blog and saw my name at the bottom! Yay! Her post was titled Reader Appreciation Awards and I was one of her nominations. The idea is that you mention the person that nominated you, tell seven things about yourself that people probably don’t know, add a picture or two (fitting since this is actually a photography blog) and then you nominate 5 other people. So first of all, thank you Olga. Olga's blog is one that I visit regularly and enjoy very much. If you can read Afrikaans do yourself a favour and pop in there. If you can’t, learn Afrikaans and then do yourself a favour and pop in there. You can try Google Translate, but good as it is, it’s not the best tool to translate these sort of texts, especially for the lesser-known languages like Afrikaans. 

Anyway, I digress. Here you go… 

Did you know:
  • I was born in Zimbabwe during the Rhodesian Bush War, a civil war in which my father was enlisted.
  • My favourite poem is “The road not taken”, by Robert Frost. Like most high school boys I was not fond of poetry, but had a brilliant English teacher who introduced me to this particular poem, amongst others.
  • At the age of 16 I was accepted into the prestigious Randolph Macon Academy, a military school in Virginia where you can start your pilot training as part of your school curriculum. This was one of those roads not taken and I often still wonder how my life would have turned out had I gone. Like my grandfather who, as a young boy, was offered a job as a cowboy somewhere in the US. I guess if he had gone I would not be here today and you would not be reading this blog. But I’m starting to become too philosophical for my own liking, so let’s move on.
  • I’m allergic to bee stings and caviar.
  • I love condensed milk and can easily finish a can in a single session.
  • I have weird music taste, ranging from opera to metal, from Afrikaans folk to eighties, alternative to rock to classical. It all depends on the mood. Some days I might be listening to Prodigy, other days to Maria Callas. Weird, I know. At the moment it’s Sarah Brightman.
  • I was once almost trampled by a heard of charging rhinos (another road that, if taken, would have ensured that this blog never came into existance)
Two Alouette choppers being refuelled in a field. The picture was taken by my dad while in the Rhodesian army.

Another Alouette III chopper being inspected by the pilot and technician. They used a country school's sports grounds as a base.

My dad who I love dearly and have great respect for, pictured here on the far left

Yours truly, age six



My turn to nominate: