Ok first of all, its been a few weeks between blog posts. Maybe even longer. My girlfriend and I have moved house and been swamped with all that comes with it. Anyway, I digress.
What seems like an eternity ago back in march, I had the privilege of having all-access to the Explorers Club 110th Annual Dinner at the Waldorf Astoria hotel. It was like a dream assignment. The Explorers Club, to quote from their website, was "founded in 1904 by a group of the world's leading explorers... The Explorers Club is a multi-disciplinary not-for-profit professional society dedicated to the advancement of field research, scientific exploration and the ideal that it is vital to preserve the instinct to explore."
Gaining membership to the club are persons who carry out or assist in field science expeditions to study unknown or little known destinations or phenomena in order to gain knowledge for humankind. So you don't HAVE to have been to the moon, but it does help. Buzz Aldrin is a member and was rubbing shoulders with others such as Jeff Bezos, His Royal Highness Prince Jigyel Ugyen Wangchuck of Bhutan and Elon Musk,and that's really just the tip of the iceberg. Then on top of it all there was the cuisine. All dishes, prepared by Gene Rurka, were made up of insects, invasive species or exotic animals. Whole roasted alligators, tarantulas on skewers, an ostrich and of course, goat penises amongst other dishes sat on the buffet for all to sample. The vegetarian in me was mortified. The photographer in me jubilant. Both integral parts of me were divided. At war even.
During the event, the host asked for a show of hands of people in attendance who had been to the moon. A few hands raise. A show of hands of people who had scaled the seven summits. More hands raise. And on like that. It was insane. Anyway, I took some photos.