Sorry, I studied in the US with Tutu; he taught a semester long class in Jacksonville. Only a wise Anglican God knows how much they paid him. I'm still quite young, lol! The aforementioned rich folks are just some of the more bizarre clients I deal with, or friends' fathers; one wears Serengeti sunglasses in the dark while sipping on expensive scotch, with rooms dedicated solely to piling up all of the heads of dead animals he has sacked (sometimes illegally or inadvertently) in Africa. There are few characters as tragic (yet charming and entertaining, in a Hunter S. Thompson sort of way) as physically challenged, mentally divergent, eccentric safari-types, suffering from the ill-effects of hubris tempered with old age, dreaming of capping another zebra or wildebeest.
LOL I'm so dramatic.