Make life (a bit) better

Look, I don’t spend a lot of time on social media.
Maybe I’m just too old for it, maybe I have better things to do with my life.

Maybe both.

But when I am on there, the algorithm tends to give me a lot of similar stuff. In no particular order: football, travel, photography, geography, quiz questions. Those kind of things.

And it was while I was watching a video from an American lady preparing to visit Africa (specifically Nigeria and Kenya), and asking the online world if she should be taking anti-malarial medication*, that I noticed that a local “influencer” – who is not medically qualified, obviously – commenting and saying no, she shouldn’t, because (and here I quote):

They just mask the symptoms of the actual illness.

This is quite clearly bullshit.

Now, we should all be well used to influencers spouting BS, because that’s how they make their money. Honestly, who in the right mind is going to genuinely criticise a brand or product that is paying for their flights, accommodation and everything else? But doing puff pieces for money is one thing (and yes, it’s actually rather iffy, isn’t it?). Giving medical advice – and at that, terrible, potentially life-threatening medical advice to strangers on the internet – when you have no qualification in the field at all, is quite another.

And so I called the local influencer out on it. Now, I should note here that I’m not a doctor either, but I do have plenty (or more) experience and qualifications in Microbiology and Biomedical Sciences.

I’ve also had malaria, and I know that it’s no joke. It can kill you (mine didn’t). You don’t want it.

Anyway, she chose not to reply [colour me shocked], but she did instantly block me on all platforms.

And OMG, it’s been so wonderful. I hadn’t realised how much of her content was being served to me and how intensely irritating I found it.

Are there any downsides to this? Well obviously, yes:
Now I’ll never know about “this secret beach just 30 minutes from Cape Town” that’s actually so “secret” that it’s completely packed every weekend. I don’t get to “guess which airport she’s flying into” from the shots out of the plane window. And I’ll never get to see another composite shot of her in a wood-fired hot tub beneath a startrails sky.

On that note, I took the hint and blocked her influencer boyfriend as well (IYKYK), and now my social media is now like a breath of fresh air.

Well, not that one, obviously, but I don’t go there anymore, anyway.

If you want to find me on those other platforms, look here.

And if you want my advice on how to make the online cesspit just a little bit more bearable? Unfollow all those influencers that are telling you how great so-and-so brand or product is, while not being completely honest, because if they were, they’d not get any more business. Rather look at Trip Advisor for more honest answers from people who actually had to pay their own way to get to where they were going.



* hey lady, hot tip: maybe try asking your doctor?

Horses

Another Hout Bay horse show this morning. A near perfect day for it, too. Sunny, breezy, pleasant.

As ever, I was there as the ‘tog, trying to get something decent for each of the riders to see as a memory of their round(s). The team were only jumping in the lower classes today – meaning that they were jumping lower jumps. And I did wonder if that would make it more challenging to get those full-on dramatic images.

But it turns out that while the height they were jumping might not have been so great, the determination and the effort the horses and riders put in was no less impressive.

A really good morning out with some really brave performances from the younger participants, and some really solid, quality rounds by the more accomplished riders.

Well done, team!

Timing

Last night’s heat has given way to a warm, but breezy day. I’ve been making hay (not literally), and getting stuff done in anticipation of a cold beer (or possibly two) and a 5pm (CAT) kick off for Sheffield United.

As I type this, it’s 4:39pm, and things are nearly done. The braai is ready to light, the painting an varnishing is completed, I’m halfway through a blog post, and the batteries are just about charged for tomorrow’s photography assignment. All I need now is a good United win and my own batteries to recharge overnight.

Look out for some pics on here tomorrow morning if I get chance.

In the meantime, UTB!

Patterson Airport, Louisiana

Much chatter (a single message) this evening relating to Patterson Airport. There was another airport – one I have flown from – hinted at as well, but that was far less interesting.

Harry P. Williams Memorial Airport is a public airport located near the U.S. 90 highway outside of Patterson, Louisiana, United States with the airfield also serving Morgan City, Louisiana. The airport currently has no scheduled passenger service but is served by charter flights.

Which is all rather dull, but then, this:

It has two runways, one of them being water for seaplanes.

And I guess that if you are used to seeing seaplanes, then you’re used to seeing seaplane runways. But I’m used to neither of those things, so this is quite interesting (to me, at least).

And so I had a quick look on Google Maps, and to my surprise (maybe… I’m not really sure what I was actually expecting) the seaplane runway isn’t a demarcated bit of a local river or lake, but a purpose built… canal?

The airport has a long history of local flights, and obviously, the seaplane aspect must have been fairly important for them to go to the trouble of making a 1.4km long dedicated runway.

And as for Harry P(almerston) Williams? A prominent business man, born in Patterson in 1889 (great year), a plane racer, an airline owner, the mayor of the town, the president of the local bank, and a well-recognised socialite. His second wife, Helen, presided as acting Tsaritsa of the Mystic Court at the Duke of Alexis Tableau Ball in New Orleans, 1924. I have no idea what that means, but it sounds important.

He was killed – appropriately? – in an air crash in 1936. Not in a seaplane, incidentally.

The Orange Shitgibbon would likely have blamed the accident on diversity in air traffic control or something, but I doubt that was really a thing in Louisiana in the 1930s.

Or maybe even now.

Anyway: That’s PTN airport.
You live, you learn.

Setenil de las Bodegas

Easy for you to say.

This is a town in Andalucía (some of) which is literally built into the cliffs of the gorge that surrounds it.

But don’t take my word for it. The Tim Traveller has been there and checked it out in a(nother) typically quirky video:

The background music (performed by him, I believe) is just so good. Subtly clever.

And what a place.

Enjoy a fun five minutes with his witty commentary down in Southern Spain.