Africa by Kayak

In 2007, Beau attempted to paddle 4000kms from one side of Africa to the other. Starting in Mozambique, he continued along the Southern African coast, allowing five months to complete the voyage. Battling surf, deep sea swell, and too many days waiting for the wind, Beau only completed 2000kms of the original plan.

Duration: 48min
Release: 2010

FILM OVERVIEW

In 2007, Beau attempted to paddle 4000kms from one side of Africa to the other. Starting in Mozambique, he continued along the Southern African coast, allowing five months to complete the voyage. Battling surf, deep sea swell, and too many days waiting for the wind, Beau only completed 2000kms of the original plan. Broke, bearded, sore, and seemingly defeated, the expedition ended in Cape Town. It was not until the final filmmaking process, a year after the expedition, where Beau came to appreciate the intensity and beauty of the experience.

Production Team

Produced, Filmed and Directed by

BEAU MILES

Edited by

BRETT CAMPBELL
with MICHAEL CROTTY

Music score by

DAVID CUTHBERTSON

Additional Footage

JARED SHARPLES, BRETT CAMPBELL, ALISTAIR YOUNG, RICHARD MORAN, JUSTIN BOSCH, PAUL HUGHS & JAMIE MAGYAR

Dialogue Editor

CHRIS BRAUN

Special thanks to

JARED SHARPLES, BEAU’S FAMILY and MANY WONDERFUL PEOPLE

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