Our international cameraman took himself off up a mountain this weekend to savour the refreshing, bracing, champagne quality of the air up there. He filmed some of the locals going merrily about their business in a happy and jovial mood as they kept their neighbourhood clean, did their wonderfully fulfilling jobs and sat down every 3 or 4 hours to set up tables overflowing with tasty eating delights and cool frosty sparkling wines and chilly glasses of volcanic water. At the end of the day the men would stop to relax and converse and puff away on high class Cuban cheroots while the women and their sweet kids danced around and sang Julie Andrews songs in soft green pastures. After which they get into their charabancs and donkey carts and pootle gayly down the mountainside back to their delightful alpine A Frame houses surrounded by pretty Eidelweiss and other colourful flowers.
A jolly good day was had by all and they will do it all again the next day and the next till this nice dream becomes a boring, dirty, slog like a route march and the temperature rises to 110 in old degrees and 40 in new and the humidity goes off the chart and you drink liquid from leftovers in the plastic bottles buried deep in garbage and eat thrown-away oranges and half chewed mangos and suck in lungfuls of dust as trucks go passed every 5 minutes.................
You get the idea by now.
The good news is that you are giving these people a living so we can all feel much better about it.
Hooray for garbage!!!!