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NAKED IN DANGEROUS PLACES


“Great explorers possess bravery, a cast-iron stomach, and insatiable curiosity about what lies around the next bend. Cash Peters has none of these attributes. But he is very, very funny, and his misadventures in exotic locales make for the best travel writing I have read in years.”

—Peter Allison, author of Whatever You Do, Don't Run

“Like most travelers, but too few travel writers, Cash Peters understands that nightmares are twice as entertaining as dreams—especially when they come true. Peters's iconoclastic charm unaccountably fails to seduce South Seas cannibals and Hollywood producers, but proves a winner in this sharp-witted recap of two years in the company of such exotic and dangerous creatures. Someone should make a TV show out of it.”

—Chuck Thompson, author of Smile When You're Lying

“It takes a clever new hook to grab and maintain my attention when it comes to travel writing. Naked in Dangerous Places is fascinating, funny, and endearing.”

—Doug Lansky, editor of There's No Toilet Paper …

on the Road Less Traveled

Also by Cash Peters


Gullible's Travels:

The Adventures of a Bad Taste Tourist

For Ruth

Contents

Acknowledgments


1 Shocking News

2 Star Jones Misses Her Big Chance

3 A Kiss from a Ghost

4 The Land That Trousers Forgot

5 Fat Kid

6 Joe Versus a Volcano

7 Solvang

8 ΞυχΔΔΔΔΨXςψ

9 More Crew Looks

10 The Girl with No Nose

11 A Gift from the Network!

12 The Emir's New Clothes

13 First Hint of a Problem

14 Mutiny

15 Emma Thompson to the Rescue

16 A Real Celebrity Calls

17 Aaaaaagh—Bears!

18 The Bomb Goes Off

19 Twist of the Blade

20 Aaaaaagh—Lions!

21 Scar Tissue

Acknowledgments


First, let me thank the lovely people at Discovery for allowing this story to be told. That was pretty darned decent of them and I appreciate it. Unfortunately, it couldn't be the whole story If I told you the whole story, this wouldn't be a book, it would be a twelve-volume set and you'd never get it home on the bus. In order to squeeze in as much as I could, therefore, I tweaked the timeline a little, occasionally condensed recurring situations into one, and made a fraction of the characters composites of several real people I encountered during the making of the series. I didn't want to do this, and the individuals in question probably won't thank me for it, but remember, it was either burden you with a dozen unwieldy, expensive volumes you might never read, or the single, rather cute one you're holding right now. That said, none of this distorts the narrative too much. What follows is how things went down, pretty much.

Additional dollops of gratitude go out to my amazing agent, Betsy Amster; my lawyer, Dina Appleton; Brandi Bowles for championing the book at Crown; Adam Korn for his insightful edit; Heather Proulx for her insightful edit and voracious enthusiasm; Ronald H. Brower for his help with the Eskimo language stuff; the Lonely Planet guides and Wikipedia for doing what they do; plus Bill Margol, Len Richmond, David Austin, Terry Danuser, Ryan Ely, Lulu Baskins-Leva, Christine Richards, Sylvana Robinson, Sheril McCormack; the brilliant C. Dalaklis for his guidance (which I so foolishly ignored); the production people at the office; and the gifted and long-suffering crews who came out on the road with me—in particular Michael Gatt for his wit and the steady education in kindness. But, above all, to Stanley for still being there when I finally returned home.

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Shocking News


“This is it. We're going down.”

A painful grinding sound from one of the engines heralds a sharp drop in altitude. And painful grinding sounds of any kind on a plane are never good, right? I've seen documentaries. First comes the grinding, then you smell smoke. And from there it's all pretty straightforward: you crash.

With a violent shudder we tip suddenly to the left.

Yup, here it comes.

Bags somersault to the floor. Tasha, our field producer, is thrown forward, almost banging her head on the seat in front. My Gatorade

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