We’re keeping this low-budget: me; a desk in a back office in Observatory, Cape Town, where I’ve got a borrowed phone (when my one colleague ducks out for a smoke, I wheel over and hijack her line); and a laptop.
Oh, and the razor sharp minds of the EMG crew: these guys understand the kind of big-picture stuff on all things environmental, and they can spot an evasive politician from a thousand yards.
With that lot working in the engine room of the project, we can’t possibly go wrong, ja?
The back-story is that this is part of a four-part series where we’re trying to document some of EMG’s untold stories. This was always going to be Part Four. We don’t have time for a Plan B, so I’ve got to make it work.