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Instructions: Take one crazy American guy with one-arm, add one cute Japanese girl with a temper, shake well in a beach-buggy across Africa and what do you get?
- A Recipe for Disaster!
Or… a great new documentary film about love, life, and a complete lack of reason. Action, adventure, romance, and the meaning of life, all come together in this highly entertaining and politically incorrect documentary.
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Welcome to redbuggy.com. Here you can follow the adventures of our movie makers as they pilot their tiny beach-buggy 30,000 miles overland from Sweden to South Africa and beyond! Yoshiko and Tom weather the elements and meet the people. They experience everything from close encounters with big-game to a death-defying illegal entry into Sudan. And the only thing more challenging than keeping the car together turns out to be keeping its occupants together...
There is no additional camera crew, no follow vehicles, and no support team of any kind! From soldiers with AK-47's to irate elephants - our intrepid travelers go it alone. Through the tears and the mind-boggling physical challenges, Yoshiko and Tom keep their camera rolling.
Keep updated by joining our mailing list now. The film will be out in 2008, so stay tuned!
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Marika & Pernilla on Christmas day
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Date: Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
Time: 10:30 PM (22:30)
Place: Stockholm, Sweden
Weather: Cold, Wet & Dark
Temperature: -1° Celsius, 30° F
Enviroment: Nordic
Buggy Condition: Relaxing
Tom's Condition: Fatherly
Mercy's Condition: Lonely
Equipment Condition: Stored
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If you read a report from me next Christmas and this film is still not finished, shoot me.
Oriental women have fairly flat bottoms on average but Yoshko has a lovely ass. Black women are renowned for having asses that just won’t quit and Mercy is no exception; but her workmate is a cute Black woman with a flat bottom. Doggy style is the reproductive position nature intended for humans; we make up everything else in the comfort of our bedrooms. Therefore - simply to achieve adequate penetration for purposes of procreation - Black men have slightly longer penises than Oriental men.
On average.
White women have moderately curved asses on average so White men need - and have - medium sized reproductive organs. Asians seem to have a small advantage over the rest of us when it comes to learning - especially logic and mathematics; on average. Africans are better dancers and they may have a slight physical advantage when it comes to some sports - like running and boxing. Again, Europeans land somewhere in the middle.
But the individual differences within each race are ten to one hundred times greater than the general differences between the races. I know Orientals who can dance and astoundingly well-hung Whites. Acknowledging minor genetic variations among different races is not racist. Assuming that these differences make one group of people superior to another is.
Being a White man with a Black woman is fascinating. Many White people are visibly uncomfortable with our presence and Black men occasionally comment outright. I had to strike one admirer of Mercy’s who got physically aggressive with her for being with a “Mazungu” - the local derogatory word for Whites. I have no tolerance for racism, and around Christmas I have to wonder - where does all the hatred in the world come from?
Non sequitur.
I had another dream...
I was flying around the town where I grew up. I often fly in my dreams but I don't have very much control. I could not soar high or fast and just hovered along at trotting speed a few meters off the ground. It was only with great concentration that I could rise high enough to clear obstacles like trees. I flew towards my old house which was a giant doll-house with cutaway sections so you could see inside. I feared that I would crash into it, but with immense effort I just cleared the roof. Looking down I saw my two daughters sleeping peacefully in one room. I wanted to be with them but I couldn't stop flying. Marika woke up and saw me and started to yell at me to come back but try as I might I couldn't return - I could only hold out my arms in a distant hug. Marika ran down the steps yelling and Pernilla woke-up and followed her. Marika chased me to the stone wall at our property line and gazed up longingly as I was drifting away. Pernilla caught-up and hugged her and I could clearly hear her comforting words - "Don't worry Marika, its just Dad checking up on us. Don't you know he is always watching, always there to protect us if we need him?"
In dreams we work out real issues and this did not require Freud to decipher; it had been too long since I spent time with my children. So I came back to Sweden to be with them for the holidays. Mercy misses me but she understands the importance of kids and of finishing the film.
I'm excited about this movie. My 'editing' (filtering out the best scenes) has gone well. The material is there to tell a good story and I have started scripting the narration. I will return to Zambia in January and then on to South Africa to find a professional editor for the final cut.
I have decided to sponsor Mercy for one year while she finishes high-school. After completing the eleventh grade her father died and she had to work full-time. Mercy earns about seventy dollars a month (not a typo) for waitressing ten hour shifts six days a week with no vacation or benefits. She is the family bread-winner supporting her younger brother who just graduated this month and her mom who has no regular employment. Mercy speaks seven languages fluently and - when she dares - she dreams of studying at a university. Providing her with the financial freedom to finish high-school will be my good-deed for 2008. I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more. She is a fine woman who cared for me and demanded nothing in return. She adored me when a little adoration was just what I needed to recover from the events of last summer and regain the confidence to make a good film.
So I sit here smugly in Sweden enjoying the holidays, surrounded by family and friends, overfed and under-worked… and I wonder what I want for Christmas:
A beautiful woman? I have a Goddess of a girlfriend who thinks I’m a perfect 10 in bed.
A wonderful family? I have a bunch of cool siblings, a terrific ex-wife who is still one of my closest friends, and two of the greatest kids on the planet.
I know, I know! I need a Porsche!
Wait a minute, I HAD a Porsche. And I had a Mercedes, and a Jaguar, and I sold them. And what with oil shortages, the ozone shrinking, and the environment hanging in the balance I don’t even really want another super-car. God created the Buggy with me in mind.
So then what DO I need for Christmas? I mean what do I really NEED???
Nothing. I have a beautiful woman, a great family, a cool car, a full stomach - and I still have a few dollars left in the bank.
I’m one of the lucky people in the world and it’s nice to be aware of that; especially around the holidays.
Happy New Year everybody!
Pictures:
1) Mercy and I visit neighboring Zimbabwe.
2) I do a lot of flying in planes as well as dreams.
3) My excellent Father’s Day surprise breakfast.
4) Marika’s class singing the traditional Santa Lucia.
5) A Christmas feast, I’ve gone up two belt sizes in Sweden!
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