I have just returned from a fascinating and exciting shoot onboard USS Abraham Lincoln, one of Americas hugely impressive Aircraft carriers.

Filming on an aircraft carrier is not as easy as it sounds. Opportunities to film sorties aren’t as regular as you may think and radar interference can be a real problem for the camera and sound equipment.

Before I left for the shoot I rang around everybody that I knew who had shot on a carrier before and asked for their advice. All of it proved to be useful and thanks to Michael Reilly, Robbie Wright and Luke Winsbury I was as prepared as I could be.

Plane coming in to land

Plane coming in to land

Here the key things that they told me:

- To embark on the ship you have to fly on a COD (carrier onboard delivery plane). Due to the way it lands and takes off (the same way as all carrier based aircraft do i.e very quickly) you cannot carry anything in your hands so the camera must be put in the cargo hold. With this in mind it is well worth taking a well padded case to pack your camera in. I disassembled mine and packed it with foam in a metal box.

- The carrier gives off a huge amount of radar interference. With tape based cameras this has been known to show itself either as a strange effect in the viewfinder or sometimes even shots that haven’t recorded etc. The advice I was given was to wrap the camera in black foil and hold it in place with camera tape and the camera jacket. I don’t know if this worked but I tried it and with my new Sony PMW 500 camera which records on SD cards I had no issues either with the picture or sound. I did though suffer on a couple of occasions with the camera locking into auto exposure – to fix this I had to keep switching the lens from manual to auto iris until it righted itself. There was a CNN crew on the same shoot with me, using the same camera and they had big problems including the camera powering down and all batteries appearing to go flat all at once. After the first few hours their camera seemed to start working again. There was no explanation as to exactly what caused the problem.

- Shooting planes moving so fast is not easy and you don’t get much deck time to learn through trial and error. I was advised not to try and pan with the planes but to settle on a frame and let them pass through. This worked well, though as I became more confident I started panning on a wide lens and had no trouble keeping up. On deck you don’t get much choice about where to stand to take your shots, I was parallel to where they start their take off and in a similar position for landing. Given a choice it would have been nice to have had a spell at the very front of the boat and to see them taking off head on. I also wished I had managed to get a wide top shot (The agencies did get this angle while we were filming stand ups).

- There was a fear that feeding pictures using a BGAN may not be possible. As it turned out I had no problems, this may have been because while I was feeding there were no flight operations – I’m not sure if planes taking off and landing may have messed with the signal. Also as the ship is so big, and therefore stable, there was no issue tracking the satellite, I just needed to nudge it twice during my five hours on the deck feeding (it was that long because I had to feed track and rushes as I was working with two Correspondents from different parts of the BBC and there was a fear that if we took time to craft packages and then couldn’t get the BGAN to work then we would be stuck with nothing to show for our efforts).

I hope this post is useful and if you find yourself heading off to a carrier you’ll be prepared. I also shot this short behind the scenes film (mainly using my Sony Hx9v stills camera) that may give you an idea of what it’s like on board, Enjoy!

I’ve just returned from a very brief visit to Zimbabwe to cover the ZANU-PF party conference. This year the conference was in Bulawayo, a lovely town in the south of the country. Unfortunately though we still had to travel via Harare in order to pick up our accreditation from the Media Commission. It’s quite difficult to get clearance to work as a Journalist in Zimbabwe and even with invitation letters and shiny new Zim Press cards we had a struggle to be allowed access.

me filming at the ZANU PF conference

me filming at the ZANU PF conference

Once at the venue security was tight. Mugabe’s yellow berets were out in force and as we arrived we were thoroughly searched. In a curious first for me, I was asked to remove my contact lenses as there was some concern about the tiny container of solution that I had in my pocket. The guards were all watching me intently as I took the lens out and showed it to them before I could proceed.

Like all political conferences the speeches were long, dull and dry. To make matters worse the location was dark and due to Bob’s old age we were forbidden to put lights directly onto the stage meaning his speech was very poorly lit.

If you want to watch the film we made for that nights BBC Ten o’clock news then please follow this link

On the whole I must say that Zimbabwe would be a nice place to work if it wasn’t for the incredible bureaucracy, the constant accusatory questions about who you are and what you are doing and the difficult and expensive process of bringing TV equipment into the country.

Zanu PF Conference, President Mugabe is in the middle in a red jacket

Zanu PF Conference, President Mugabe is in the middle in a red jacket

The first time I was in Zim was in 2008 as part of the first BBC team to be legally allowed back into the country in eight years. below is the film we made then

Filming the Volcano in Congo

Filming the Volcano in Congo

I’ve just returned from a fascinating trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo. I’ve been to the DRC a number of times now and am always surprised, fascinated and angered by the place. It’s a tough place to film as bureaucracy is incredibly complex and many people seem to have a strong dislike of Camera’s.

On this trip though I had the once in a lifetime opportunity to view the new and powerful Nyamulagira volcano – an hours drive and a three hour trek from Goma.

Personally i found the trek hard (my fitness still lagging after five months with inflammation of the chest) and was so exhausted by the time we got there that i felt my Camerawork suffered. I’ve posted the piece we made below so feel free to have a look:

At night the volcano was awe inspiring

At night the volcano was awe inspiring

It has been an incredibly busy year. Multiple trips to Sudan and Kenya, covering a war in Ivory Coast and of course, the conflict in Libya.

At the amazing ancient city of leptis Magna

At the amazing ancient city of leptis Magna

I returned from Tripoli three weeks ago and have been rushed off my feet with my personal life and making plans for the future. This is my last year as the BBC Africa Bureau Cameraman and I have enjoyed every minute of it (well nearly). At the end of this year I return to London to work for the BBC there. I’ll still be travelling but will have a world wide remit, not just Africa. It should be an exciting new challenge.

I’m not going to write a long post on my most recent trip to Libya but wanted to post this ‘authored’ film I made at Leptis Magna – the ancient city on the Med

And I wanted to share this little snippet that I filmed of Libya’s latest tourist attraction, the Bab al Aziziya, which was Gaddafi’s old compound. It is fascinating and well worth a visit.

I also spent time at Bani Walid, here’s one of the pieces we made.

The trip had a bizarre and slightly scary ending when my friend and colleague Andrew Harding fell ill and was rushed to hospital. You can listen to his report on From our own Correspondent here.

On my most recent trip to Benghazi in Libya I became fascinated by the standard of anti-Gaddafi graffiti on the streets.

Here’s a few snaps I took – this is a very small example of what was around, they are everywhere.

Gaddafi Graffiti 1

Gaddafi Graffiti 1


Gaddafi Graffiti 2

Gaddafi Graffiti 2


Gaddafi Graffiti 3

Gaddafi Graffiti 3


Gaddafi Graffiti 4

Gaddafi Graffiti 4

Sleeping on the deck of the Al Wafa Fishing boat

A thirty five hour journey on the deck of a Fishing boat. . .

The fishing boat, rocked gently. Slowly, very slowly creeping across the gulf of Sirte from benghazi to Misrata. I stood at the bow and enjoyed the last moments of a dizzyingly beautiful sunset. “The Captain thinks there might be some Gaddafi ships approaching” said Kev casually. He was our Security advisor and had spent years in the SAS. He isn’t perturbed at the thought of a shoot-out. I, on the other hand, am a natural born coward and I felt my stomach turn with fear.

We watched the boats gradually move closer until, reassuringly, it became clear that they were actually NATO warships. “Allah o Akbar” shouted the crew and our handful of fellow passengers. Bakr patted me on the back and gestured for me to join in. “Allah o Akbar” I said waving at the Helicopter that now passed above us fast and low.

There was little to do during the thirty five hour journey but sleep and talk. I became friendly with Bakr and his fellow fighters who were returning to Misrata to continue the fight with Gaddafi’s forces. One of them had been in Turkey receiving treatment for war wounds. Despite the language barrier I felt a strong bond with these guys and enjoyed our conversations that usually amounted to little more than them telling me “Gaddafi bad, NATO good” and “God is great.”

Enjoying the sunshine onboard ship with the Captain

Enjoying the sunshine onboard ship with the Captain

Eventually we reached our destination. The City of Misrata had been besieged for over two months. Hammered relentlessly by Artillery and rocket fire, Boats were the only way in. The docks were surprisingly quiet, I had expected chaos but they were almost ghostly in their silence. We hitched a lift into town and found accommodation at a bizarre Spa and physiotherapy centre – setting up our beds on massage tables in an abandoned first floor room.

Click here to view the first of our films from Misrata

Quickly we went to Tripoli Street, the heart of the City and scene of some of the bitterest fighting. The destruction was immense, whole office buildings blackened from fire and scarred by multiple shell strikes. Bullet and shrapnel marks crisscrossing the brickwork. In the market were the shattered and smoking wrecks of three T-72 Tanks which I was told were knocked out by guys with Molotov cocktails. I imagined this was how cities looked after the fighting in World War Two.

The people of Misrata are keen to welcome foreigner journalists, they want their story to be heard. As soon as we appeared anywhere people would approach and ask if there is anything they can do to help us.

We find a group of fighters BBQ’ing in the court-yard of a near-by building. They look battle hardened, heads wrapped in Shemagh’s, AK-47′s piled against the wall. But immediately they smile and welcome us offering a slice of Camel liver which I gladly take and enjoy. It’s hard to believe that just weeks ago most of them had never even touched a weapon. They are happy, Gaddafi’s forces have been pushed out of the city and with NATO air-strikes to back them up the fighters are confident that they won’t return.

Taking a break in the ruins of Tripoli Street, Misrata. . .

Taking a break in the ruins of Tripoli Street, Misrata. . .

At the new front lines we meet Ibrahim Al Halbous, a scrap-merchant turned Rebel Commander. He runs a tight outfit and we are told by our local Fixer that his men were some of the biggest heroes of the battle. He looks the part, stocky and handsome with a commanding voice. I’m impressed to see that he has look-outs posted all around and “Madmax” style armoured Pick-up trucks protecting his flanks – clearly a lesson learned the hard way.

Here is our film from the Frontline

Misrata is slowly now recovering, shops are opening and the electricity is now on for a few hours a day. It’s been an intense and fascinating assignment and I hope that our films have helped to show the world the strength and pride of an amazing city.

With the Rebels in Misrata

The team and I with the Rebels in Misrata

The smell of decaying bodies is a tough one to forget. I’d seen dead bodies before, but not in the number that they littered the battle zones of Ivory Coast. My colleague Andrew advised me to breath through the mouth – easier said than done.

The town of Duekoue had just fallen into the hands of the troops backing the elected President of Ivory Coast Alassane Ouattara – a masscare followed. It’s hard to say exactly who killed who and why. All sides have been pointing fingers and no one can decide how many bodies have actually been found. I arrived with my team a few days after the event, the first foreign journalists to make it this far west, past the dozens of check points that line the road from Yamoussoukro. Luckily there was a big UN presence and as soon as we arrived in our beaten up Toyota 4×4 the Moroccan UN troops took us to see the bodies being collected for burial.

The dead were everywhere, covered in black plastic by the side of the road. I jumped out of the car and began to film. I worked on instinct, trying to not to think too much about what I was seeing. The sound of the bodies being loaded onto a flat bed truck seemed incredibly loud in the heavy, eerie silence. They were handed up from the ground and then slid across the metal floor before bumping to a standstill.

A Moroccan Officer reprimanded a group of Ouattara soldiers at a nearby check-point – “No more killing” he told them angrily. They looked sullen, denying any responsibility. I just kept filming, sucking the images into the camera, hoping that by documenting this I was somehow making a difference, telling a story that needed to be told.

That night the Moroccan troops allowed us to use there officers mess in the UN base as an edit suite and a place to sleep. They looked after us well, bringing us coffee, bread and even a plate of Arabic sweets. They were good guys, eager to help and not upset by us taking over the one place where they could come to watch the football and forget where they were.

This was my fourth trip to Ivory Coast in the space of a year. My first had been fun, a football film in the run up to the World Cup. But quickly things had deteriorated and the last few trips had all been to document the countries gradual journey towards war. Abidjan had been a terrifying place for foreign journalists since the incumbent President Laurent Gbagbo had refused to recognize his election defeat and in January my team were stopped and threatened with death at a particularly nasty check point.

In recent weeks the forces of Alassane Ouattara had swept through much of the country and had advanced deep into Abidjan itself. Just getting in to the country to cover the story had been a huge effort. We had flown to Bamako in Mali and driven for nineteen hours to get to Bouake, the capital of the northern portion of the country.

Filming Soldiers in Abidjan, April 2011
Filming Soldiers in Abidjan, April 2011

After filing our film on the massacre in Duekoue we headed towards the front line in Abidjan. The road towards the city was deserted, market stalls that would normally be sprinkled along the route, abandoned. Finally we came across the main staging point for Ouattaras soldiers at a Shell Garage in an area called Gesco. We found hundreds of fighters exhausted and sprawled in any shade they could find as they tried to sleep. We advanced further along the road, more bodies littered the route, rotting and covered in maggots. Civilians brave enough to venture out looking for food and water were so terrified they had they hands raised in surrender the whole time – even when being interviewed by my team.

That night the film that we made was the lead story on the BBC Ten o’clock News – we’d finally helped people notice this story and how important it was.

Abidjan was so dangerous that it was impossible to go any further into the city. In a deeply cynical move Laurent Gbagbo and his surviving die-head fighters had turned the city into a charnel house, a place of death, where everybody was a legitimate target. We tried to arrange a military convoy to take us to the Golf Hotel where President Ouattara had been based for months, protected by the UN. Thirty seconds after we left, we were forced to turn back when the fighters with us reported seeing wounded on the road and said it was to dangerous too proceed.

We spent five days on the edge of town filing stories. We stayed at a Bar/Guesthouse about twenty kilometers from the frontlines. It was basic, I shared a room with Correspondent Andrew Harding. The toilet stank, forcing me to hold my breath every time I went inside and the bed sheets were crawling with insects. But they cooked us an evening meal every night and had cold drinks – a welcome moral booster after filming in the sticky humidity of West Africa. Unfortunately one of my kit bags hadn’t arrived when we flew from Johannesburg to Bamako in Mali – it was the bag with my survival equipment. As the week wore on I missed not having a decent travel towel and sleeping bag and regretted the loss of my solar phone charger and water purification tablets.

Equipment was beginning to suffer from the heat and rough treatment. One of our BGAN’s stopped working, meaning we only had one to file both radio and TV. As I was filming one afternoon I noticed my lens was moving around in its mount. I kept tightening it with no improvement. Then the back focus started to slip substantially. In a panic I removed the lens and discovered that all the screws holding it together had worked there way loose and it was coming apart. I didn’t have time to fix it then and there and was forced to shoot one of our pieces on my Canon 5D Mark II. The picture quality of the 5D is fantastic but it was a relief when I was able to fix the lens with a screwdriver later that night. Returning to the ergonomics and ease of use I have with my Sony DSR 500.

Eventually on 12th April, Laurent Gbagbo was captured. We were in a town well north of Abidjan and were able to capture the amazing spontaneous celebrations. School children flooded into the street waving branches and singing while adults danced and pounded on car horns filling the town with a cacophony of noise. It was a brilliant ending to two challenging weeks. It’s been a hard time for Ivory Coast but I hope now things can slowly start to return to normal and that the healing can begin.

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He comes at me again, the stick in his right hand making a loud swoosh as it passes by my ear. Vuyisile Dyolotana is an experienced Stick-fighter, the welts and bruises on his face proof of his love for the sport. I am scared, I really don’t want him to hit me. We are both armed with two, one metre long, wooden sticks. One is for blocking and is securely fastened to my left hand with a piece of cloth, the other is for striking and is held in the right hand at head height, ready to attack.

This is the traditional sport of Stick-fighting or Intonga as it is known in the local Xhoza language. It has been practiced for centuries by herd boys in the rural areas of South Africa and is often used to settle disputes and prove manhood. Vuyisile, is keen for the art not to be forgotten in the urban Townships.

I am at one of his regular classes on a playground in the Township of Crossroads, close to Cape Town. It’s a tough neighbourhood, corrugated metal shacks jostle for position on the dusty streets and the sound of planes coming into land at the nearby Airport forces people to shout if they want to be heard.

Stick fighting in Cape Town

Stick fighting in Cape Town

Looking around him Vuyisile explains: “I grew up Stick fighting it is our roots and culture, it was the first sport in Africa. I want to remind our fellow Africans that knives and guns shouldn’t be used to settle a conflict – pick up sticks and settle it like men.”
And his message seems to be working. All around there are young people practicing, sparring with eachother as more experienced adults watch and give advice. Intonga has strict rules that protect the fighters and a points system which gives six points for a head, arm or leg shot, five for a hit to the neck and four if you land a blow to the chest or stomach. “It’s about strength and technique” Vuyisile tells me, “and being able to use the blocking stick, if you can block then you will be good.”

Next to us a young girl, Nine year old Nandi hugs her opponent after a tough fight. “Stick fighting has made me strong” she says “If somebody hits me or bullies me I will pick up a stick and hit them back.”

Vuyisile is confident that through his classes, and the tournaments that he is organizing, Intonga and the traditions that go with it can continue to thrive. As we circle one another, sticks poised, ready for another round, he smiles: “It can be painful, you must be able to withstand pain – the blood is flowing sometimes. When I’m Stick-fighting I feel strong, it gives me the confidence to rely on myself and overcome enemies.”

To watch the film that I made for the BBC News then please follow this link.

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So after five weeks away from the world of TV and journalism I finally returned to action with a frantic but excellent start to 2011. My first port of call was a steamy Abidjan in Ivory Coast. The city was on edge after Laurent Gbagbo refused to step down as President despite losing the election. The president elect, Alassane Outtara, was holed up in a five star hotel on the edge of town and we set off by road to interview him. As you will see from the finished film we made it, but had a had a scare at an Army roadblock. . .

Ivory Coast Roadblock from Christian Parkinson on Vimeo.

With the story in Ivory Coast on hold while International delegations tried to help, the team and I flew across Africa to Juba in South Sudan. It was a landmark moment as the people voted in a referendum which will decide wether South Sudan secedes from the mainly Muslim north. I love South Sudan and the people and I hope that this film we made captures the spirit and excitement. . .

Sudan Referendum 2011 from Christian Parkinson on Vimeo.

PS. . . I also got to meet George Clooney – he seemed a friendly, witty and well informed guy.

The team and I with George Clooney

The team and I with George Clooney

This is a guest post from BBC Cameraman and Editor Luke Winsbury. He details his 2009 embed with French Troops in kapisa Province, Afghanistan. It’s an interesting and entertaining look at operating as an embedded journalist with a Foreign Army. To watch the film he made click on this link.

It’s 4am when I’m woken up in a large hangar-come-tent. I’ve barely slept because it’s freezing and there was heavy machine gun fire all night. That makes it 3 nights in a row with barely any sleep. We’re in Tagab, a French forward operating base (FOB) in Kapisa Province, North of Kabul. I have no idea what it looks like because we arrived in darkness and, because the base gets rocketed regularly, it is entirely unlit. You’re not even allowed head torches, except dim red light ones which I’m smugly pleased I have.

Nijrab Base, Afghanistan

Nijrab Base, Northern Afghanistan.

We’re bundled into a VAB (armored vehicle). It’s so totally disorientating when you’re this tired and you have no idea where you are or really what you’re about to face. Not even the red light head torches are allowed at this point. I had taken the decision, much against the advice of the French, to take my full size DSR500 camera on patrol. They wanted to take something smaller but I explained that, like them with their guns, I use a DSR reflexively and quickly.

We travel for about an hour in the dark – and it really is pitch black in the back of the VAB. I use my small A1 camera to get some night vision shots of the soldiers in the back. Their eyes glow green and stare blankly into nowhere. They have no idea I’m pointing a camera at them. Ironically I am the only the one in the back of that thing that gets glimpses of anything.

We’re in a Pashtun area where the French had a three hour contact (Army terminology for a Gun-Fight) the previous week, on a joint patrol with the ANA (Afghan National Army) delivering clothes and medical supplies to the main village of Tagab.

French Troops in Tagab villiage, Afghanistan

French Troops on patrol near Tagab villiage, Northern Afghanistan.

Emma Jane Kirby, the BBC’s Paris Correspondent, and myself are here to see what the French are up to now in Afghanistan. They’ve had a lot of stick in the past for not doing their fair share in Afghanistan but in the recent years they’ve increased their troop numbers and taken control of the strategically important Kapisa Province, the Northern Gateway to Kabul. We’re with the Chasseurs Alpins (Mountain Hunters), the elite mountain infantry troops of the French Army.

The VAB stops, the back door swings open revealing the half-light of dawn. In my haste to get out and actually see something I make the mistake of not grabbing my spares bag. We know we’re going off on foot but don’t know for how long – could be hours. I start filming but immediately get told to start moving through the village. It has suddenly become very tense – something had changed – I don’t understand what or why. I don’t even have time to grab my spares bag from our VAB. I only have the battery on the camera and the tape inside it then. Idiot. Luckily Emma Jane is already wearing her Radio Microphone.

We’re at the back of the patrol, which is the worst place to be, both for filming and for our safety. The Taliban favour ambush tactics where they divide a patrol into smaller groups and pick them off. Moving through the village you can see how easy this is – all the houses with there walls and ditches could hide anyone.

I start running forward to get shots looking back at the soldiers. We stop a lot behind walls, in ditches, while the route forward is checked. We have to cross open ground quickly and with a low profile. We see few villagers – it’s too early. Dogs are barking.

We end up in a deep ditch running through some fields on the edge of the village, facing the mountains on the edge of the valley. This is where the Taliban hide and this is exactly where the French had a 3 hour gun battle with them last week. There’s a white house about 300m away where the Taliban were hiding so French and ANA troops move cautiously up to it. I suddenly notice the guy in front of me is a US Marine – where did he come from?

Gradually the tension eases. Maybe it’s too early for the Taliban. With this perimeter secured, we make our way back into the village to film the ANA handing out blankets and medical supplies. It’s a chaotic scene, but friendly and full of humour. I roam around freely and feel no threat at all, albeit knowing there are many French keeping an eye on things. I have tea with some of the ANA soldiers, one of those moments of serenity you have to take and it gives me a chance to catch my breath.

Later that evening we return to our main home for the week, the French base at Nijrab, home to about 700 troops. Nijrab is a Tajik area and as such is relatively peaceful. The base is set up on a plateau surrounded by huge snow capped mountains – it is incredibly beautiful. When this country finds peace it will be a haven for climbing, walking and skiing.

French JTAC in Northern Afghanistan

French JTAC – Forward Air Controller – in Afghanistan

Our accommodation in Nijrab was a large overflow tent – very basic and very cold – and we had to share it with soldiers passing through. At night the temperatures dropped well below freezing. My Icebreaker thermals were magic – I wore them day and night for days and they still didn’t smell (or perhaps I got used to the smell?)

Over the next few days we go on more patrols with the Chasseurs Alpins but mostly in the safer Tajik areas. One day we go with the JTAC (Joint Terminal Attack Controller – in other words the man who calls in Air-Strikes), climbing high up the side of the valley the French are operating in to secure the high ground and provide cover. Their guns face both ways, into the valley below and high up into the rocky peaks. The French have been discovering increasing numbers of large arms caches recently. The Taliban are relatively inactive during the winter (it is said they go for winter training across the border in Pakistan) – but everyone is predicting a counter-surge from them following the large increase in US troops numbers. The arms caches being found by the French seem to indicate a spring offensive.

Although the French do not see as much ‘action’ as the Americans and British in Afghanistan, it is worth keeping in mind the enormous public opposition in France (about 80% of the population) to their presence there – which must constrain their activities there. It is a democracy after all.

Luke has just returned from another trip to Afghanistan, this time with BBC Newsnight’s Mark Urban, click here to watch the film from kandahar.

The World Cup is finally over. It’s been an amazing month in South Africa that has seen my team travel from Rustenburg to Cape Town, Port Elizabeth and Bloemfontein. I’ve been working with Correspondent Andrew Harding and we’ve been lucky enough to have many films commissioned for the BBC News.

In Thokoza park, Soweto. 11/06/10

As Bafana Bafana took on Mexico in the opening game we headed into Soweto to capture a taste of the atmosphere and to see what it all meant to the Sowetans. It was a day I’ll never forget, the atmosphere of excitement and togetherness bringing me close to tears more than once. The film we made really captured a sense of how people felt and reflected the fact that this country would never be the same again.

Soweto welcomes the World Cup – World cup begins in Soweto from caparkinson on Vimeo.

After the first day our priorities temporarily shifted to covering the England team and their fans. We headed to the sleepy village of Phokeng, just outside of Rustenburg for the England vs USA match. It’s an odd place to host such a big game and we made a film reflecting the clash of cultures between the hard drinking fans and the bemused locals. Just after we finished editing I shot this film on my i-phone to give a taste of the neighbourhood. And yes we did use that bizarre camper van as our edit vehice :-)

As the tournament progressed and England were knocked out following that disastrous showing against the Germans we moved on to cover Ghana’s big game against Uruguay. The night before we produced a piece that really gives a taste of the spirit that helped the Ghana team to do well. Here’s two clips I pulled from the rushes that you might enjoy. In the first Ghana’s biggest supporter gives his match prediction and in the second the fans sing a song about me:

With Ghana crashing out to Uruguay on penalties we concentrated on putting together two end of tournament legacy pieces. The first looked at South Africa’s improved image abroad and the second was a deeper, more thoughtful piece that examined how South Africans themselves saw the impact of hosting the World Cup. I had an idea to use “postcards” to introduce each character in our film rather than the more traditional set up sequence. I feel it worked.

South Africa World Cup – final film from caparkinson on Vimeo.

Covering the World Cup has been an exciting, nerve wracking and tiring experience. Although I’m glad it’s over it has been a pleasure to see this much-maligned country step up and impress the rest of the world. I hope it can keep it up.

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teenagers performing at the Asec Mimosa Academy, Abidjan

teenagers performing at the Asec Mimosa Academy, Abidjan

The humidity was unbearable and the sun beat on the top of my head like Rio carnival drums. I couldn’t believe that these young kids could play football at such a blistering pace in these conditions. The teenagers at the Asec Mimosa Academy are some of the most gifted and hard working footballers in Africa. The Academy has been described as the “Crown jewell of African football” and offers players not just coaching but also an education.

We were here to make a film about football in Ivory Coast. With their appearance at the 2010 World Cup imminent and Ivorian Striker Didier Drogba claiming the English Premier League Golden Boot it seemed the perfect time to visit. I’d never heard of Mimosas before but they are one of the top Club sides in Africa and have been supplying talent to European leagues for a long time. Former players include Saloman kalou, Emmanuel Eboue and brothers Yaya and Kolo Toure.

Mimosa Academy training, taken using hipstamatic on my i-phone

Mimosa Academy training, taken using hipstamatic on my i-phone

So what is the secret of their success? Well, there are many. Firstly it is well funded by local investors and its sponsor, Sifca – one of West Africa’s biggest agro-businesses. This funding allows excellent facilities including two well kept pitches, a fully functioning school and a dorms for the kids to stay in. They also have a busy team of scouts who scour Ivory Coast looking for potential.

The problem though, and this goes for all of Africa, is keeping hold of their talented youngsters. Nearly all of their National squad play in Europe and all of the young players aspire to move abroad at the first opportunity. There is still little money to be made in local African leagues, the average first division player in Ivory Coast earns just two hundred and thirty Euros a month. Attendances are tiny, even big games struggle to achieve a crowd bigger than a few hundred. These problems mean it is unlikely that in the near future an African team will be strong enough to win the World Cup, but they are developing quickly and from what I saw at Mimosas the next generation promise to keep pushing the boundaries of what the continent can achieve.

As the training came to an end I filmed as the kids removed their boots and began a series of drills using a tennis ball. Amazingly they were able to perform keep-ups without dropping it. They then did a co-ordination routine that involved a series of complicated dance steps. I couldn’t imagine English players being able to maintain a straight face while clapping and dancing but to the Ivorians it is an important aspect of their skills training. It seemed to be working.

For our finished film on the BBC then check out this link. . .

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