I’ve been desperately finishing an assignment on EU patent laws so forgive me for the short entry, I’m all written out at the moment.
We went up to Gaborone to shoot Thandi and Tom’s wedding, circled in a big red marker on my calendar, I’ve been looking forward to this one for over a year now. Thandi was chilled as anything, having fun with her day and her girls, and was such a pleasure to be around. I always think, you’ve planned for so long for the day, when it arrives, enjoy it.
It was quite a ride to Mokolodi across some serious veld, but wow was it worth it. I don’t think any photography can do justice to getting married at the edge of Lake Gwithian, in an enclosure made up of indigenous trees under an arch laced with flowers. Add a marimba band, African skies and two curious hippos who watched carefully from the lake (or was it us that watched them very carefully?).
It was a day that seems to skirt description, we listened to Satan being described as an illegal squatter by a bible waving priest, watched the sun set over the window of the world, made a cheetah purr, saw what I think was an ancient hunting dance, met the number one contender for the world’s cutest kid and were witnesses to one of the most amazing wedding ceremonies I’ve ever seen.
Thandi and Tom, you guys have such a warm and amazing relationship, it was a real pleasure meeting you, your friends and your families. Ok, some pics, there are a lot of them and so many more that maybe I’ll show later:





It was a seriously rock ‘n roll dress, and she pulled it off so well.

Isiah checking out his mom and approving.

The big reveal.

At the Grand Palms.



Note the high vantage point from which the photo was taken.



We had the most amazing sunset over Window of the World. I immediately abolished my no sunsets rule and shot a couple of silhouettes



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Posted in Contains Images, Gaborone, Mokolodi, V, Weddings, destination weddings |
Friday, April 18th, 2008
It’s 11pm, we’re somewhere east of Gaborone, I think it’s east of it, hell I could be west of Gaborone. I kind of lost direction about eleven hours ago when we did a U-turn in the industrial sector. Cell C reception disappeared early this morning when we entered the Groot Marico district. What I do know is that it’s 11pm or somewhere just after. We’re in the bush near Gaborone in an all terrain vehicle with no windows, hurtling down a hill in the dark, towards somewhere hopefully warmer. There are about 20 other people in the vehicle and they are all singing in a language I think is Setswana. I’m writing this on a piece of paper in the dark, because I don’t want to forget, I’m not sure that photos can convey the effect of being out here.
Finally back home after a 400km ride across the border. Just checked the pics, backed them up, there is a migraine settling behind my left eye. You’re going to have to settle for just the one photo until Monday.
Posted in Botswana, Gaborone, V |