In Getaway's footsteps ... sorta
We finally catch our first glimpse of the Getaway presenter at the Killing Fields. It's Jules Lund just ahead of us.
He's somewhat taller than I'd imagined - but then, TV does play tricks with a viewer's sense of perspective.
So there is Jules on the path ahead - a little off to one side while his camera crew does a general pane of the scene to create some sort of moody, overview scene.
Heck we might even be in that shot. And if it avoids hitting the cutting-room floor, then we might even be seen in the show as a couple of dots in the background for a few fleeting seconds. Yep, the family had best set the video recorders for that!
Our group shuffles stage right to leave Jules to do his job.
Copyright Tan and Trev 2005
We walk past pit after pit as our guide explains the brutal manner in which they were filled. He points to trees, and explains how seemingly harmless items were used to bring death - and thus save on the expense of bullets. I'm rather proud of my position at the back of the huddled group - as it affords a spectacular view up into the treetops. But pride comes before a fall.
"Hey, if you are having trouble seeing," I tell the others, "then back away from the tree. There is plenty of room over h... ops... ohh... [thump, crash]".
And then I stupidly stepped backwards into an open grave.
Time freezes, as I'm now the centre of attention. One slow eternity ... two slow seconds ... three slow eternities ... four slow seconds .... then it restarts, with several events lurching forward at once. The embarrassed guide rushes over "sorry, sorry - are you all right?" The embarrassed partner shakes her head in disbelief. The embarrassed tourist clambers out of the pit and dusts himself off "it's fine, it's fine. Really".
We had been following in Jules' footsteps, but he certainly won't be following in mine. Having tried so earnestly to respectfully move through the pagoda and fields, it was a little frustrating to finish clumsily down among the dead men.
And yes, I'll admit I was conceited enough to glance nervously over Jules' way just to check if the camera had been trained on my shenanigans. Phew! They were busy with another moody panorama - this time with Jules walking through the shot on the path where we had been earlier.
He's somewhat taller than I'd imagined - but then, TV does play tricks with a viewer's sense of perspective.
So there is Jules on the path ahead - a little off to one side while his camera crew does a general pane of the scene to create some sort of moody, overview scene.
Heck we might even be in that shot. And if it avoids hitting the cutting-room floor, then we might even be seen in the show as a couple of dots in the background for a few fleeting seconds. Yep, the family had best set the video recorders for that!
Our group shuffles stage right to leave Jules to do his job.
Copyright Tan and Trev 2005
We walk past pit after pit as our guide explains the brutal manner in which they were filled. He points to trees, and explains how seemingly harmless items were used to bring death - and thus save on the expense of bullets. I'm rather proud of my position at the back of the huddled group - as it affords a spectacular view up into the treetops. But pride comes before a fall.
"Hey, if you are having trouble seeing," I tell the others, "then back away from the tree. There is plenty of room over h... ops... ohh... [thump, crash]".
And then I stupidly stepped backwards into an open grave.
Time freezes, as I'm now the centre of attention. One slow eternity ... two slow seconds ... three slow eternities ... four slow seconds .... then it restarts, with several events lurching forward at once. The embarrassed guide rushes over "sorry, sorry - are you all right?" The embarrassed partner shakes her head in disbelief. The embarrassed tourist clambers out of the pit and dusts himself off "it's fine, it's fine. Really".
We had been following in Jules' footsteps, but he certainly won't be following in mine. Having tried so earnestly to respectfully move through the pagoda and fields, it was a little frustrating to finish clumsily down among the dead men.
And yes, I'll admit I was conceited enough to glance nervously over Jules' way just to check if the camera had been trained on my shenanigans. Phew! They were busy with another moody panorama - this time with Jules walking through the shot on the path where we had been earlier.
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