Photos from safari

A small selection of favourites from our amazing safari

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A very Scottish wedding

RUTH AND JAMIE IN BORDER COUNTRY

Ruth and Jamie’s wedding was certainly spectacular! For starters the scenery was simply breathtaking. The reception, with 200 guests, took place in a huge marquee at Ruth’s parents farm in the shadow of Soutra, with lovely views over the valley beneath, while the ceremony was at a exquisitely located nearby church – which according to the Minister had not seen a 200-strong congregation for a long time! The Minister’s sermon was particularly moving, and despite the enormous congregation, or perhaps partly because of them, the whole ceremony felt particularly intimate and touching.

Every detail of the ceremony was meticulously and long-planned. Ruth’s parents went as far as rebuilding their house – when we visited a few weeks before the ceremony, the house had a gaping hole where the facade was supposed to be, and the grounds where the marquee was to be erected were busy being landscaped.

By the day of the wedding, everything was immaculate, and you would never have guessed at the months – perhaps years – of preparations. True to the attention to detail shown throughout, the cake was a model of Girton College, Cambridge where Jamie and Ruth met. As you can see from the photos, there was also the excitement of chinese lanterns – an extraordinary sight seeing them drifting over the hills of the Borders in the still night air.

Enough description, a picture is worth a thousand words! Here is a taste of the day:

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Gran Torino

Just watched Gran Torino – one of the best films we’ve seen in a long time. Watch it if you can.
Clint is great.
Apparently it was a big success at the box office but we missed it first time round,

Plastiki completes Pacific Ocean crossing

Sailboat made using 12,500 recycled plastic bottles reaches Australia after four-month voyage to highlight recycling and marine litter • How it all began
• Interview: David de Rothschild

A sailboat largely constructed from 12,500 recycled plastic bottles docked in Sydney harbour on Monday, after four difficult months crossing the Pacific Ocean in a bid to raise awareness about the perils of plastic waste.

The crew of the Plastiki, a 60-foot catamaran that weathered fierce ocean storms during its 8,000 nautical-mile journey, left San Francisco on March 20, stopping along the way at various South Pacific island nations including Kiribati and Samoa.

“This is the hardest part of the journey so far – getting it in!” expedition leader David de Rothschild yelled from the boat as the crew struggled to manoeuvre the tough-to-steer vessel into port outside the Australian National Maritime Museum.

De Rothschild, a descendant of the well-known British banking family, said: “It has been an extraordinary adventure.”

De Rothschild, 31, said the idea for the journey came to him after he read a United Nations report in 2006 that revealed how plastic waste was seriously threatening the world’s oceans, and considered that recycling plastic to build a boat could highlight the problem – and a solution. The Plastiki, named after the 1947 Kon-Tiki raft sailed across the Pacific by explorer Thor Heyerdahl, is fully recyclable and is powered by solar panels and wind turbines.

The boat is almost entirely made up of bottles, which are held together with an organic glue made of sugar cane and cashews, but includes other materials too. The mast, for instance, is a recycled aluminum irrigation pipe.

According to the UN Environment Programme, more than 13,000 pieces of plastic litter are now floating on every square kilometre of the world’s oceans. Around 8m items of marine litter are thought to enter the oceans and seas every day, about 5m (63%) of which are solid waste thrown overboard or lost from ships. 100,000 turtles and marine mammals, such as dolphins, whales and seals, are killed by plastic marine litter every year around the world.

“The journey of the Plastiki is a journey from trash to triumph,” said Jeffrey Bleich, the US ambassador to Australia, who greeted the team after they docked.

During their 128-day journey, the six-member crew lived in a cabin of just 20 feet by 15 feet (6 meters by 4.5 meters), took saltwater showers, and survived on a diet of dehydrated and canned food, supplemented with the occasional vegetable from their small on-board garden.

Along the way, they fought giant ocean swells, 62-knot (70mph) winds, temperatures up to 38C and torn sails. The crew briefly stopped in Queensland last week, after battling a brutal storm off the Australian coast.

Skipper Jo Royle also had the particular challenge of being the only woman on board. “I’m definitely looking forward to a glass of wine and a giggle with my girlfriends,” she said.

Vern Moen, the Plastiki’s filmmaker, missed the birth of his first child though he managed to watch the delivery on a grainy Skype connection. He met his son for the first time after docking in Sydney. “It was very, very surreal to show up on a dock and it’s like, ‘Here’s your kid,” he said.

Although the team had originally hoped to recycle the Plastiki, de Rothschild said they are now thinking of keeping it intact, and using it as a way of enlightening people to the power of recycling.

“There were many times when people looked at us and said: ‘You’re crazy,’” de Rothschild said. “I think it drove us on to say: ‘Anything’s possible.’”

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NSFW: Sorry AirBnB Hipsters, I’ll Take Health and Safety Over the Cult of Disruption

Get out of the way, old man! You’re being Disrupted! Screw you, newspapers: blogs are stealing your readers and Craigslist is pillaging your revenue! Take that publishers: Andrew Wiley doesn’t need you and your stupid dead trees! And as for you, hotels – ha! hotels! – if ever there was an industry ripe for disruption, it’s you clowns. Charging $300 a night for a bed and a shower and a tiny plastic enema of shampoo when AirBnB will let you get the same, and more, for $50, so long as you don’t mind the creepy thrill of living in a stranger’s apartment. Kapow! See you in hell, hotels! But of course the old men are fighting back – dusting down their old service uniforms and oiling their muskets and surrounding themselves with legislative sandbags to prolong their pathetic existence for another few months. This week, New York Governor, David Paterson, signed a bill outlawing the use of private dwellings as makeshift hotels. The bill, supported by hotel industry lobbyists (natch), bans rentals of less than 30 days and makes operating a residential apartment as a transient hotel illegal in New York City. Good news for big hotels, bad news for poor old New Yorkers who now find themselves banned from letting space in their apartments using AirBnB or Craigslist. And even worse news for NY-bound tourists who will now struggle to find a room in Manhattan for less than $100 a night (apart from these). As TechDirt’s Mike Masnick puts it, “the internet has made it so that people can be more efficient in things like transportation or short-term housing, and the old guard doesn’t like it one bit, so they come up with regulations like these to outlaw it.” Yeah! Except, no. Disclosure: I like hotels a lot – and I’ve spent much of my life in them. Both of my parents are career-long hoteliers, first managing large corporate chain units and now owning their own hotel in the UK. A couple of years ago I decided to sell almost all of my possessions, abandon my over-priced apartment in London and instead live permanently in hotels – in San Francisco, or wherever in the world I find myself in any given month. I’ve just finished writing a book about hotel living. In the past thirty years I’ve stayed in hundreds – thousands? – of hotels. Some have been amazingly opulent, some adequate, some dreadful, some absolute flea-pit shit holes by the side of highways in Dallas. But every one of them has been licensed to operate as a hotel. Why? Because I don’t want to be burned alive by faulty wiring. Because I don’t want to be robbed, or scammed or murdered. Because I want to pay by credit card and not have that card cloned. Because I want legal recourse if something goes wrong. Call me old-fashioned. In New York, as in many major cities, there is a serious problem with transient hotels. Slum landlords know that even the most scummy city apartment – $500 a month stuff – can deliver that same amount per day simply by packing the place with bunk beds and advertising it on Craigslist or any one of the plethora of foreign language NYC hotel sites as a travelers’ hotel. Not only does this put guests at risk due to a lack of fire exits or basic electrical safety, while causing a living hell of noise and violence and shady goings on for the owners of adjacent apartments – but, given that New York apartment vacancy rates are hovering around 1% (against an 8% national average), it also makes it harder for families to find somewhere else to live when they’re forced out by drug-addled European backpackers armed with camping stoves. And yet, despite all of these sound reasons for outlawing faux-tels, it seems that some people would rather let a Spaniard burn to death, or a family be left homeless, than allow The Man to impede the rise of AirFuckingBnB. Says the opening para of this post by one Sean O’Neill, writing on Newsweek’s budget travel blog “Hundreds of New Yorkers, like others nationwide, have been making a few extra dollars by using sites such as AirBnB, Crashpadder, Roomorama, and Craigslist to sublet pullout sofas, living rooms, and whole apartments. But that may end soon. This week, New York state senators vote on a bill that would make it illegal for any homeowner or renter to sublet for less than a month.” And says Joe Gebbia, president of AirBnB.com “We have received over 300 letters from New Yorkers who depend on renting by the night to make ends meet. As everyone knows, NYC is financially a challenging place to live – especially in a down economy. The consequences of this generalised bill will negatively impact thousands of New Yorkers more than by the small number of illegal hotels’.” Yeah, Joe. Screw the small number of “illegal hotels” and the untold misery they cause. Hipsters in peril – that’s the big story here. Except it’s really not. For a start, there’s an explicit exemption in the bill that allows for the letting of rooms in private dwellings if the owner is present (as is often the case in AirBnB lets). And for other lets (absent owners can lend their rooms, but are banned from taking money) State Senator Liz Krueger who sponsored the bill has made it clear that “the city is not going to knock on doors,”; AirBnB users will only fall foul of the law if their neighbours complain. Which they’re perfectly entitled to do. And yet, commentators like Masnick and O’Neill and entrepreneurs like Gebbia are so enraptured by the cult of “Disruption” – that any use of the Internet to circumvent the traditional way of doing things is inherently good – that they can’t help but see the new law as The Man standing in the way of Progress. Or as Masnick puts it “the hotels, which have their high prices and don’t like the competition.” They simply can’t contemplate the heretical idea that sometimes The Man is right, and that some of his laws are created for good reason. That not everyone on the Internet is a Gawker-reading, fixie riding hipster who just wants to share his space with weary travelers for a few bucks extra pot money. That some people on Craigslist are criminals. That sometimes legislation is needed to protect innocent people from those criminals, even if it stops the rest of us us doing precisely what we want. And that one of the dictionary definitions of Disrupt is “to interrupt or impede progress”, rather than the opposite. Blogs disrupting newspapers is great, except when no-one can be held accountable for gross inaccuracies and libels. Online pharmacies disrupting doctors is great until someone is poisoned by Indian viagra’. And advertising rooms on the Internet without legal safeguards is great until the platform is used by gangsters and slum lords to drive families from their apartments and fleece tourists into spending their vacations under unsafe roofs. If AirBnB et al are so smart then they’ll figure out a way to thrive in New York’s new legislative environment. These are, after all, disruptive times. But if they can’t understand the fact that disruption cuts both ways, and that the rights of Internet folk to create awesome new business models doesn’t trump a city’s right to disrupt criminality,  then it’s time for them – not the hotels industry or legislators – to get out of the way. Young man. CrunchBase Information

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Tim is envious of Jean being out in the bush

Jean says he’s “somewhere special” at a camp in the Serengeti today.

Wayo Africa

(but we’re going there soon…)

Goodbye Andrew Harris

Two weeks ago, our much loved COO Andrew Harris passed away after a long and valiant fight with cancer.

S and I attended his funeral in Austin, Texas. More than 300 people were present and although it was highly emotional (his two daughters and wife all read letters they’d written to Andrew – incredible), I left feeling inspired by a man who lived every day like it was his last and loved life – never taking anything too seriously. He was only 53.

I wanted to make a post here with some of my memories and a short letter to Andrew.


Dear Andrew

I regret never having actually told you how much I respected you as a person and a boss. I put that down to being British, like you.  I’ve learned more than I realised from you over the last 5 years (can’t believe it’s that long) – and those lessons will be valuable to me for the rest of my life. You told me that HomeAway was the kind of company that a person comes across only once in their life; how grateful then am I that I also came across you. Thanks for being generous, patient, understanding, fair, funny, serious, light-hearted, firm and for setting a great example in how to be the kind of leader that people want to follow. I am inspired by you to live every day as if it were my last and to seize every opportunity that I find.

There is an “Andrew Harris”-shaped hole in my life – you will be missed.

Much love

T

And here are some memories of my relationship with Andrew:

I first met Andrew when he came to London for six months to become the interim MD for Holiday-Rentals, taking over from the two founders who were leaving. He was initially taken aback by the office location in Acton (not a great part of town) as he had misunderstood Brian and thought the office was in a much leafier part of West London.

The first couple of weeks were probably the hardest for him – he had to try to deal with the two founders during their tense handover. I remember him being impatient, and meeting with them separately to try to tease out their valuable knowledge. My relationship with him was to try to bring him up to speed on the business, the technology and the general operations. One of my first meetings was a cry for his help as I had much too much on my plate after the handover and needed his help to prioritise. His no-nonsense approach was perfect at that time.

I think at first, he saw the HR opportunity as just one to spend a bit of time in his native England, catching up with his great friends here, and just running the business as an interesting aside. But I’m glad to say that over the next few months the business got under his skin and he became much more focussed on it – eventually returning to the US to become COO at a critical time – and becoming the “backbone” of Homeaway soon after.

In the office in London he was famous for talking to everyone – walking the office and making sure everyone felt included. I think his down-to-earth and practical advice plus his inspirational competitive drive was just what we needed after a period of instability after the acquisition.

Andrew was very generous to me – inviting me over to his house in Austin (and his friends houses too when they were having a party and I was in Austin). He took me water-skiing behind his boat, out to dinner with his wife, and to a Boeing 747 simulator experience when in London.


I always knew that Andrew would support me when I needed his help. and back me up when I was out on a limb. And that he would expect the best from me.

I will remember him for his “grilled fish” – he always was very proud of the grilled fish he used to eat regularly at lunch time – always watching his diet because of his illness. He was especially keen always to say that his wife, Lisa, had prepared it lovingly each morning. I knew from talking to her she got up early every morning to grill it freshly and loved making it for him – to keep him healthy. He was so in love with Lisa and showed it.

Andrew’s fairly unique style of writing one line emails was always a talking point. Emails from Andrew with a single one line question could generate hours of work to respond to them – but you knew you had to reply. He had a clever way of running through his sent items monitoring for emails he’d sent but never got a reply on – and woe betide anyone who failed to. We often found similar one-liners had been dispatched (individually) to several people involved in a particular issue – and it was the differences between the responses that would often lead Andrew to identify the root cause of any problem. He liked to manage by dipping in like this, overruling the hierarchy and getting to the heart of the issue always. In the HR office, we had a competition to see who could get the “shortest” one line email from Andrew. Close contenders were “When?” or “No” but it was eventually won by Adrian Land who got a simple but effective “?”.

The “eye of Sauron” – Andrew had a habit of picking on an area of the business and focussing on it intently for a few weeks – almost ignoring the rest – to the point where he had got to the bottom of the issues, understood it, fixed the problems and could move on. Being “under the eye” as we called it, if your part of the business was being “inspected” was an intense experience, especially for the manager in charge. You could expect Andrew to come to your team meetings, talk to your staff, dig his nose in and tell you all the bad stuff that was happening and demand action. Once you’d been through the experience, things were in better shape,.

“Tim, my boy!” – is how he always greeted me, bellowing loudly, hand outstretched, like I was his long-lost son.

“….sensational” – is his favourite way of saying something was really good – and he said it with such passion and force.

The modification of words with “-ola” at the end – as in “Let’s spend some cash-ola” was a favourite – he is entertaining with his choice of words – and livened up any budget meeting.

Andrew has been a fantastic inspiration to me – I’ve never worked directly for him, but he’s the kind of boss I know I work best for and I am privileged indeed to have spent time working with him and learning from him.

I loved his “boyishness” – he was never too old to drive a fast car fast, always had a spring in his step and a plan for some trouble he was going to cause. He never had all the answers (or pretended to), but was open and honest about the way forward, always knowing there was one. He was sensible on the one hand, competitive and ambitious on the other.

He was the kind of leader you just want to follow. I loved meaning something to him and being respected by him. He made me feel valued.

I loved that he was grumpy, cynical (he said he loved people who were cynical and worried about the negatives – it showed they were passionate, he said), despairing sometimes of the daily grind and of meetings. He was hard to please, but happy when pleased.

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