Exactly one year ago I was traveling in South Africa, exploring the disparate coastal cities of that magnificent country while filming a documentary for the National Geographic Channel: “The World In Two Cities”.

As someone who normally stands behind the camera, it was a terrific honor to host such a well-made film in such a special corner of Africa. I was so grateful for the chance to share everything I love about the brilliant cities of Cape Town and Durban with the rest of the world.

I hope you can catch the full show on television, but for those who want a sneak preview, you can catch me in this clip, tracking rhinoceros, cooking up some Cape Malay cuisine, diving with sharks, meeting Gandhi’s granddaughter and making some unforgettable African friends.

I owe a huge thank you to the director, producers, cameramen, and crew for doing such a beautiful job. I am also deeply indebted to the multitude of South Africans who helped make this film possible.

I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed making it.

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