The rest of the journey went by as a blur but somehow, we managed to arrive home, battered, bruised and well and truly knackered. A quick visit to the local GP showed that I had suffered severe heat stroke at the same time as contracting a vicious water-borne virus which had proven a brutal cocktail when mixed with the drop in adrenaline levels post shoot. It had been a week that had taken a super human amount of logistics, planning and energy from every single person involved. We started as strangers and became the best of friends, sharing stories over late night feasts, riding through the highs and smashing through the lows. As with most things in life, it’s blood, sweat and tears that lead to discovery, laughter and memories. In this case, a picture really does paint a thousand words. SUP
