pritchards blog

ladys and gentelmen boys and girls welcome to my first blog of mine and daints perfect trip world tour.

well well well where do i start as so much has happend so far already. leaving my house to go on this trip i was so exited, like a kid in a sweet shop and smiling like a cheshire cat. i've been away on many a filming trip with daint over the years but i had a gut feeling this was gonna be the one. first stop brazil. i've always wanted to go to rio in brazil and now was my chance and it didnt let me down. a 10 hour plane trip went very quick with the quality sleeping tablets i was given by one of the camera men. before i knew it i was in our organised mini bus heading into the ghetto of rio passing all the world famous sights like jesus on top of the mountain and copacabana beach. we meet up with our fixer (fernando) and eat lunch then he takes us to our living quarters smack bang in the favela (ghetto) staying at someone else house whilst their away. to say i was majorly shitting my knickers is an understatment esspecially when a dude came walking passed me with a gun in his hand. i ran straight into our room and told daint what i just saw and the 2 of us sat in silence haha. our guide in the favela was a guy called tabacco who was absolutly needed at all times or we would have been shot and robbed within muinites. being in the favelas is nuts as it's most prob the only place in the world where the poor have the best views and the rich the shittest. we made the most of these views and went straight to the top and blew a load of this snuff up our noses which knocked us for six and tasted like plop.
one day we were walking through the favelas and daint was taking photos and this dude approached us and took a massive machine gun out of his trousers demanding he saw the photos to make sure he wasnt in them and at the same time ignoring tabacco, i really thought it was game over. we went on the piss in the favelas one night and it was ace, proper drinking in a proper nasty area but this time for some reason i felt safe, i dont know if it was the booze but it was a great experience getting twatted with the locals on pure cachasa surrounded by more guns than the u.s army have in iraq.
leaving the favelas to go to a hippy commune 5 hours away in the water jungle was a welcome feeling. the traffic was terrible but the junk food from the services was great and the mini bus was full of booze so happy days. i also saw my first huge spider which sent shivers down my backside, all i could think about was how big they were gonna be in the water jungle. daint spun out on the way up in the van slowly followed by myself. i dont know why this was happening but i was tripping my head off as i was going up the mountain i thought someone had spiked my drink but it must have just been the altitude. we arrived at the commune which was run by our fixers mother at 12.30am and were shown to our rooms and then we had some food which was all grown on their land and tasty as fuck. hardly anything is bought into this place and is all made by themselfs even the bloody butter. all this shit tasteless food we have from our supermarkets back home is horrible but for a few days only we were gonna be spoilt with fruit which tastes of fruit and vegetables which taste of veg and a chef who knows how to mix his flavours and cook proper food, great. this place is heaven in my eye's which is why i've started growing my own back home.
me and daint go to our room and i check my bed for spiders and a huge one went climbing up the wall from my bed and i started screaming to daint's amusment and almost refused to sleep in the room. i settled and eventually fell asleep. i woke in the morning and was greated by some of the best views and land full of flowers, fruite, veg, IOWASKA (more on that later) etc and went for a walk to see what they had growing. they had a plunge pool there too and next to it a sauna and an indoor swimming pool. after my walk i sat down for breakfast and made the most of their fresh produce including milk straight from the cows knockers. the frog shamen turned up compleate with green jeans (very apt) and his tools of the trade and his job was to get me and daint off our tits on frog poison. myself and daint got frogged up and waited for the effects to kick inn, it totally calmed the normally hectic psychopathic mind of daint but i felt ripped off as it just made me have a massive shit.
today is iowaska day for me and i wake with my mind rushing of thoughts of what this drug is going to do to me. i feel exitment, nerves and god knows what but i was deffenatly looking forward to it. this drug (a tree vine) has changed peoples lives for the better, they give it to people who are suffering from depression, drug addicts etc. the iowaska shamen turned up and we got ready for the ceremony which was going to be round a big fire. she gave me a cup full of this stuff and it tasted like shit. an hour went passed and i still didnt feel a thing and began thinking it was a load of bolloks then she gave me another cup of it then i was greeted with a guy dressed as a tree (yep thats right you heard right, a grown man dressed as a tree shouting nonsence at me) and blew this snuff up my nose and then BANG off i went into another world tripping my knackers off haha. the trip was really good and very peacefull and very psychodelic then i snapped out of it and thought it was the end, how wrong was i. an hour later i went into the next faze and really started tripping but this time not as enjoyable. i was lying on my bed whilst daint was packing his bags ready to go back to rio and all i could hear was a tune being made out of his bag zip being done up all the time and the room caving inn on me. all the crew and daint went for food whilst i stayed lying in my bed tripping my nut off and trying my best not to loose it. daint came back into the room and i had to get my arse off the bed and into the mini bus for the 5 hour journey to rio, to say i didnt want to get up is an understatment but i managed it. driving through the water jungle at night was quite peacefull as all the trees looked wicked then the next part of the trip hit me. all my memories from years ago started flooding through my mind (all good ones) then i started looking into the future and saw so many good things and i just lay there in the front seat with sick bags and tissues just incase i felt sick but all i could do was smile. all in all the trip was really good and i'd deffenatly do it again.
got to rio feeling almost normall and went to my hotel room and slept. i woke the next morning feeling fine, opened the curtains to a lovely sunny day over looking copacabana beach, brilliant. had breaky with daint on the roof of our hotel and went to do some more filming by the beach as the rio marathon was going on then chilled on the beach catching some sun and sipping on my fresh coconut juice. jim the director came down to the beach as we needed to film one more thing to finish episode one and then he shouted "it's a wrap" so me and daint jumped in the sea to celebrate.
we went back to the hotel room and packed our bags and off we went to the airport to make our way to mexico to film episode 2. 3 flight's 2 sleeping pills and 25 hours later we arrived in oaxaca mexico met up with our fixer (marion) and we drove to our hotel taking inn all the sight's, the place looks like something out of a cowboy and western movie. we went for lunch then did a bit of shopping which i love in mexico as they have all the cowboy gear i love out here. showered up and went to a local bar and got shitfaced.
woke this morning had breaky and headed out into the forest for some filming with wasps (dont ask) then came back to the local bar to do some filming with very hot chillies which killed the 2 of us but got some really good funny footage. as i write this im about to go in the shower in hit up the local bar again for a right knees up. viva las oaxaca.