Okay, all you former English majors, if you can name the book, the author, and the character from which the first part of this post’s headline quote appears without Googling, your expensive liberal arts education will not have been in vain.
It still won’t earn you any money, but you will have the undying admiration of another unemployed ex-English major—me.
For you visually literate types (hey, we’re photographers, right? Leave the reading to the writers), I’ll also accept a later movie that used the same quote, and was based roughly on the book. The Nikon-festooned actor in the above pic is a hint.
I’m heading up river, the Peruvian Amazon to be exact. Leaving Friday morning and gone till next Sunday. No email, no blogs, no Tweets, no Facebooks, no cell coverage……oh, the horror, the horror!
It’s almost like old fashioned, 20th century travel; if you went off-the-beaten track in those days, you were really out of touch with everything and everybody.
Actually, the real horror will be if I come back with no good pictures—the rainforest is a bitch to shoot (and travel) in. But if that happens, it will be my fault.
Hang in there, and I’ll have some tales of jungle high jinks in about a week or so.