Here are just a few random pictures I have found from the media I fell into. I guess it all started in 2008. I wish I found more clippings or saved more stuff from Gossip magazines to calendars so on and so forth. But I’m not that type of person to go search for stuff. Things come and go, and the media is the same. 

I guess it’s something to look back on when I’m older. I have met some amazing people over the years because of it, it opened allot of doors for me in ways that have pushed me to do things I never thought I would do. 

I’m always going to be me, nothing will ever change that. I remember my first live TV interview I did. 2 weeks before I heard I was going on Live TV, I thought to myself how on earth am  I going to do this, because in all honesty I’m a shy person. So what did I do, I went out to a karaoke bar and got up on stage and sang my first karaoke song which was losing my religion by R.E.M. I wouldn’t say I rocked it, I wouldn’t advise you to sing that song if it’s your first time doing karaoke. But it made me comfortable and gave me confidence. I was ready for that Interview! 

I will never forget  the day before the interview I had a relapse of malaria which  I caught a year before, so I had some of the symptoms and I was so sick,  but I had no choice I still had to go on TV. I was on such strong medication during the interview. I remember the host of the show was looking at me in such an odd way. I still laugh about her facial expressions when I answered some of her questions and going completely off the topic and leaving her with a blank look on her face, and to top it off I had such bad dry mouth from the medication, so I kept on trying to get my mouth moist by moving my tongue around, so that didn’t help things in the long run. I looked like a drug addict who was on a trip, which in actual fact due to that strong medication, I was on a trip. But I am not a drug addict, just clearing that up. 

But needless to say after the interview the producer of the show came to me giggling with a big smile and on his face and put his hand on my shoulder and said to me that was one of the funniest and best interviews that they had done in a long time. I didn’t have anything to respond back to him, if I remember correctly I asked for a glass of water or something like that. I just laugh at things now days, I have been on TV allot since then, but I will never forget my Fist Live TV interview, it was one in a million.

 Media comes and goes; it’s what you make of it. It means nothing really; it shouldn’t change you as a person, all it is a compliment at the end of the day. I’m just me and nothing will change that. My goals have been set, and if it wasn’t for the media I wouldn’t be able to achieve them. So I say thank you!

The Blueprint Travel Show:

So where do I begin…let me start with something that will set the scene: copy these links and listen to these songs while you read. It will set the mood I was in, on the start of my journey… Welcome to Germany!!!

http://kiwi.kz/watch/2q2018jzemzo 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=165RVtUhEvk




So it was a Tuesday morning… I got up semi early still hyped from the adrenalin from the day before when I did that live TV interview for the show. The whole build up for me was 2 weeks before, when I decided to come to Germany and just do something random. So I spoke to my producers and they all agreed and gave me the green light - they didn’t really need me for the pre - production phase of The Blueprint, and the world we live in now with all the technology we have, makes life easy to be in touch with them. I also spoke to my agency and they thought it was a great idea - they set me up with agencies in Germany so yes I will be doing a few modeling jobs while I’m here, I’d be silly not too. I’d get to see more of Germany that way.

So here I am in Germany … I have to admit everything is in slow motion for me right now and it feels like my brain is filled with a million images from all the things I have seen so far. It’s only been 6 days yet it feels like the first day. My flight from Johannesburg to Dubai was magical only because I had a whole row to myself, and that happens as often as you see a shooting star … so I slept with a cheeky grin on my face, not knowing that the next flight I would have a slightly overweight lady next to me! We will leave it at that … she won the arm rest battle, that’s how life goes sometimes. Whinny the Pooh doesn’t always get his jar of honey in each episode. 

So I arrived in Munich still dazed and confused about how I lost the battle of the arm rest. So now I was in the passport control lobby - I’m just observing everything and its mesmerizing how religious people live their lives. My next statement, (don’t take offence, I respect everyone’s beliefs and religions) is that I was surrounded by Muslim women with pretty eyes and it took me a good 30min to get my passport stamped. For anyone who ever wondered how Muslim women get through passport control without showing their face, the answer is: they have to show some skin, but it’s such a quick flash that if you blink you will miss it, but the passport control officers have supernatural powers, because I didn’t see anything…

So I picked up my bag and started making my way through to the arrivals, where I was met by one of my best mates Alex de Gloning. Alex and I lived together in Cape Town when I first moved there. He is one of those people that you just have all the time in the world for, but I just call him an old man because I can and I know he will be reading this. So we had a quick catch up chat while driving to his flat in Munich. I have to admit, I hadn’t been in Europe since 2005 and I forgot what it feels like to drive on the opposite side of the road. It made me feel empty, as if something was missing, like a steering wheel for starters on the passenger’s side. The drive from the airport to his place was amazing because there is so much greenery around you, its feels like you are in one big forest … which in theory you pretty much are. You are in a forest and the city is just built around it and in it. An interesting fact is that Munich has the biggest inner city park in the world – it’s bigger than New York’s central park.

So I dropped off my bags at his place and after travelling for 18hours you would think I could have a mini rest, but he said I would love to show you my city. So he put me on his brother’s bike, which if it could tell stories I think my gran and the bike could speak about the good old days before there were cars, that’s how old the bike must have been. Breaks were so bad on it, thought I was going to die and don’t forget I had to remember to keep to the right since it’s the opposite side for me when it comes to driving, walking… I felt like a backwards man. And I’m in a country that speaks German so saying sorry in German, I sounded French saying ‘pardon’. Don’t know why I was speaking in French, I blame the 18hour flight and also I can’t speak German.

Riding a bike in a beautiful forest city is magical - seeing thousands of people in parks soaking up the sun; some women were topless to which I say ‘much respect’ since the South African women haven’t grasped that concept just yet. I say stop being shy because you need vitamin D for your body and the sun gives you plenty … you born naked. Saw a few naked people as well. After the long ride my butt felt numb. Finally we were back at Alex’s place, and I had the shower I was craving, since 18hours of flying and 3 hours of cycling kind of makes you smell. 

That evening 30 people rocked up at Alex’s place because he had a projector set up in his garden for the semi finals of the Fifa world cup: Germany VS Spain. The Germans don’t know how to BBQ/Braai - if there is a flame then it’s ready to cook, so my steak was pretty burnt with a bloody after taste. The bread was pretty good, but what on earth is a white sausage? 

I have never woken up to a depression before in my life…throughout the whole city it felt like someone had died. The Germans are very passionate about football and Germany losing to Spain put a dark, freezing rain cloud on the whole country, despite it being 33 degrees in mid summer.

So my first night out on the town in Munich, the sun sets at 10pm so the party starts late as you can imagine. So as I heard a lot of people head to the beer gardens in the parks, but we went to a place to grab a bite to eat. I ordered a chicken schnitzel - it’s a traditional German meal: basically a breast of chicken that squashed flattened and battered in bread crumbs and fired, you have it with traditional German mustard and squeeze some lemon juice on it, it tastes freaking good! I didn’t have anything to drink because spending 14euro for a compressed chicken breast that’s tastes freaking good was hard enough to swallow, so adding a drink to the tab just didn’t feel right. 

After the meal we got onto our bikes, yes you read it right we were cycling around Munich for the night life, don’t know how people would be able to cycle after a few drinks? Don’t forget about the tram lines that the wheel of your bike can get caught in. I saw an old man take a tumble because he wasn’t thinking, but he didn’t cry and like a cowboy got back onto his horse. We stopped at a beach bar - there was no ocean, just a bar with sand, got a bit of sand in my shoe. We just missed the band so we didn’t stay to long and headed to our next stop, which was a grass patch were everyone was drinking the depression away due to the result of Germany loosing the football. In Germany you are allowed to drink in the streets and public places, which is kind of cool if you like drinking in public places and streets without getting stopped by the law enforcements officers. They call them cops here too, or if you’re drunk you call a cop a pig, which isn’t very nice, and they don’t like that very much. 

Next stop this one club Alex was excited to take me too, we cycled for a good 20 minutes as he was raving about this club. We got there and it was closed. He was confused and didn’t know what to make of it…we will just say Germany losing to Spain could have been the reason. So we cycled onto the next place called Heart. This was an upper class vibe; really cool set up but also wasn’t really happening, so Alex stayed for one drink, while I found a wall to rest up against since I’m not use too riding a bike, let alone ride a bike for long period of time. Now I know how Lance Armstrong must of felt when he lost a tactical, it’s not my cup of tea and it hurts after awhile I’m not going to lie. So we hopped back onto the bike and headed to the next place. This place was insane … the music was great and we were jamming for awhile and met a few people and chatted to them. It was mostly about football since coming from South Africa, with the world cup happening, everyone had a million questions to ask in their broken German/English (which I was happy to answer). Mostly just replying, it was our pleasure beating France no need to thank. I would hate to be part of the French football team right now, they’re not very liked, which is sad. 

So after staying at the club for an hour or so, we went outside so Alex could have a smoke. Germany made it against the law to smoke in Clubs, bars …. basically in enclosed areas, so everyone meets outside for fresh air so they say. As he was puffing away he mentioned he wanted to take me to another place, so back on the bikes and we were off again, arrived at the next place and we paid 6 euro to get in and was given a free drink. Alex was happy because he had mine as well. This place was 2 clubs in one: the one side was bad music and the other side was German music, which was cool to hear since I have never heard German music before, and it had everyone singing to it. It was super late and everyone was pretty drunk, and I had to beg Alex if we could go home because I had to be up in 3 hours to catch my ride to Berlin… now that’s an interesting story for another day!