Today’s advice: “I was standing for about 5 minutes in the bush and I had 6 leaches on my trousers. One of them mid thigh! Look out for those mate.” Camera man and colleague Tim conveys to me. “You’re going to need salt in your socks and rubbed on your shoes. But likely you are going to be covered in them anyways. You’re really going into the shit this week.”
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| Blogging for the 5 of you reading this. :) |
In the midst of 80 teams of 4 descending onto Burnie Tasmania, likely over 400 people including media, life goes on. A misty morning in a the sleepy harbor of Stanly I catch a fishing boat slipping in to unload. Stacked high with wooden pots they begin raising boxes of crayfish or what I would call huge lobsters. Beautiful red and irritated they were destined for dinner.
Making our way back along the Tasmanian beaches I capture tidal pools, seaweed and sponges of amazing color, oranges, neon greens and muted yellow. Beautiful but redundant after about 30min. I wanted some action. Something dynamic, a wild animal.
I decide the rocky beach area just in town might afford us some creatures. We heard penguins were around at times. If not, we can get waves splashing on rocks, I guess.
Stepping over the beach boardwalk fence on the rocks I work my way down towards the water. “Get out of there. Now!” My grandmothers voice calls out irritated. I turn to see a furious sweet older lady with an official name tag glaring at me. Startled I make my way up, away from the surf crashing behind me, to understand what she is saying. I stop just on the other side of the fence amongst some rocks with the sweet lady furiously insisting I, “Get out now!”
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| Right before the brilliant idea of going over the fence. |
“I’m just walking down to the rocks. Is there a problem?” “Get out!, Get out” Wow, this woman is rather insistent and not one for taking pause for explanations. I ease myself out as she now calms herself. “I take it a can’t be in there?”
After listening to her, I study the area I was tromping through, deciding how I would film the endangered 8 inch tall penguins amongst the rocks of their fragile nesting grounds where I now notice the eggs.
Approximately 15 I’m sorries, I had no idea, and holding myself back from pointing out absolutely no signs anywhere to be seen, we are invited back for a private viewing of the penguins at dark, as they emerge from the ocean. She turned out to be a truly gracious lady to a truly oblivious imbecile. As amazing as that might seem, I will have you know that penguins turn into little penguin statues, not making for good footage, when you cast a huge LED light panel on them.
I will search for action elsewhere. Maybe attack leaches will prove interesting in a few days. (photos to come later)
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