Publisher's Synopsis
These are the true adventures of a National Geographic filmmaker - as seen through the bottom of a shot glass. The Exotic Booze Club is a wild, humorous ride, and the only memoir ever to reveal the secrets behind big-budget expedition filmmaking. When author, Brian Armstrong, was seven-years old, some bare-breasted tribeswomen commanded his attention. They gazed back at him from the pages of an old yellow-bordered magazine collected by his Uncle Ian. But it wasn't just the breasts. Vivid pictures of far-off jungles, exotic wildlife, and intrepid explorers also enthralled Brian. One cousin remembers him declaring, "That's what I'm going to do when I grow up." 25 years later that dream came true - or was it a nightmare? As a seat-of-the-pants expedition filmmaker, Brian found himself traveling from one death-defying adventure to another - coping with snake bites, tornadoes, volcanoes, acid lakes, malaria, monsoons, armed rebels, enormous crocodiles, and even a helicopter crash. Time and time again he asked himself the same three questions: "How did I get here?" "How do I get out of here?" And most importantly, "what's to drink?" Against his prestigious employer's strict anti-alcohol policy, this irreverent rule breaker started the Exotic Booze Club to help unwind. Filmmakers and explorers would return to Armstrong's office with strange liquors to share, wild stories of daring exploits, and yes, sometimes pictures of naked tribeswomen. This book is the true story from behind-the-scenes of Armstrong's most dramatic films - framed by the life and death of the one-and-only Exotic Booze Club.
