Monday, March 23, 2009

Add This to Your Queue: Long Way Down

A few years ago, I received the BBC series Long Way Round from the lovely people at Netflix. In it, I watched Ewan McGregor and his BFF Charlie Boorman ride BMW motorcycles from London, England east to NYC. Recently, I finished it's sequal of sorts, Long Way Down, and I can't recommend it enough.

Starting in John o'Groats in Northern Scotland, Ewan and Charlie ride their bikes south to South Africa. It's an amazing journey. Of course, they encounter wonderful people and incredible scenery and all manner of animals native to Africa, but the real charm is the two men and their friendship, struggles and love of the journey. It also gave me a different perspective of Africa, beyond the horrors (of which there are many) to the beauty of a continent worth preserving. Watch either or both series and sit in awe of this planet.

Bonus: Ewan is fine as ever and really adores his wife. They don't make 'em any dreamier, friends.

11 comments:

d said...

Hot Ewan in Ray Bans?! I am so there.

Some Guy said...

Cool! I've been looking for something good to add. Thanks.

The Imaginary Reviewer said...

Hmm, interesting. In our house, Ewan MacGregor is never spoken of without his little-known middle name, "yummy".

Mathdude said...

"...they don't make them any dreamier!..."

ahem.

Liz said...

Ewan only adores his wife because he hasn't met me ... yet!

Grant Miller said...

I don't actually have a queue. I'm not a big movie guy for some reason.

BeckEye said...

OH GOD.

Wow, I've never had an orgasm reading your blog. First time for everything.

Oh, and back off, Liz.

Liz said...

Never!

BTW Beckeye, we have similar taste in men. Ewan, Eddie V ... we might have to tustle someday

Red said...

All you have to say is "Ewan McGregor."

Falwless said...

I'd just like to know how one rides a motorcycle from London, England east to NYC. Is there a bridge I am unaware of?

I miss reading your blog at work. Poopy poopersons. :(

pistols at dawn said...

Since he's unavailable, I suggest women throw themselves at any guy who can quote Henry Miller in the bar instead.

Incidentally, chaos is the compound on which reality is written. I'm just saying.