No, a place I would love to see but have not made it there yet. When I was flying back from Cameroun after a contract there I met an Argentinian girl (Barbara Richmond) on the flight to JHB. She had been visiting her boyfriend who was working in Cameroun. Anyway we got chatting and she showed me a photo album she had with her of places in Argentina and all over South America. It is an amazing continent. Patagonia would definitely be an attraction for me. BTW Barbara got stranded in JHB airport and only had CFA on her (Central African Francs) which the Currency Exchange counters would not accept in SA. Too volatile. Anyway, I put her up in a hotel near the airport and then drew some cash so she could get by as her connecting flight was only on the evening of the following day if I remember correctly. A young girl on her own in JHB overnight with no cash is a recipe for disaster. Many moons later I got an email from her father thanking me and he offered his home as accommodation if I ever decided to go to Argentina. I should have taken him up on his offer. Barbara tracked me down on Facebook some time after the trip - back in the day when I still had a FB account. Still have it but I never use it anymore.
And here is a really funny story that happened on the same flight - in fact it was after this incident that Barbara and I got chatting.
A French guy was staring at me intently a couple of rows up in the plane. He kept on turning around and looking at me. At first I thought - is this nut gay or what??
Then he got up and came over to me. He said 'You're Bruce Grobbelaar'. I said no I'm not. In those days when I had hair I resembled him. You have to remember this was when the Cameroun Soccer team was making a name for themselves around the world and he naturally assumed that I (in other words Bruce) was there to do some coaching. Anyway he insisted he wanted my autograph and would not go away. So I took out my passport and showed him my name. I said to him 'See, I am Jerome Disney'. He took one look at the passport and snorted 'Disney!! That's a fake passport!'
I kid you not.
Anyway, Barbara and I started chatting about the whole escapade after he stormed back to his seat and that's how we met. Don't think I will ever forget it. Quite surreal.
Next trip to SA I might dart over to South America on the way back and visit a few places.
And here is a really funny story that happened on the same flight - in fact it was after this incident that Barbara and I got chatting.
A French guy was staring at me intently a couple of rows up in the plane. He kept on turning around and looking at me. At first I thought - is this nut gay or what??
Then he got up and came over to me. He said 'You're Bruce Grobbelaar'. I said no I'm not. In those days when I had hair I resembled him. You have to remember this was when the Cameroun Soccer team was making a name for themselves around the world and he naturally assumed that I (in other words Bruce) was there to do some coaching. Anyway he insisted he wanted my autograph and would not go away. So I took out my passport and showed him my name. I said to him 'See, I am Jerome Disney'. He took one look at the passport and snorted 'Disney!! That's a fake passport!'
I kid you not.
Anyway, Barbara and I started chatting about the whole escapade after he stormed back to his seat and that's how we met. Don't think I will ever forget it. Quite surreal.
Next trip to SA I might dart over to South America on the way back and visit a few places.
'The purpose of life is a life of purpose' - Athena Orchard.