Whenever I drive out to shoot a wedding in Franschhoek it feels like I should include a pack horse and a few mules to help me get there. For some or other reason it just feels a long, long way away. In the case of Ernst and Aleksa’s wedding, Chamonix is on the other side of Franschhoek, sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. I should have taken rock climbing equipment to get there. But believe me, once you do finally arrive, bedraggled and dehydrated, it’s worth the trip. Because very very few venues can compete with the raw beauty that Chamonix offers. I was truly gobsmacked by the surroundings. You feel as though you’ve stepped out into some sort of great, big panoramic MGM movie. I expected to see Kevin Costner walking towards me with Two Socks in tow. Instead, I got Ernst and his Bestman Kabous who were in mighty fine spirits indeed, thanks to a pre-wedding drinkie-poo or two. Anyway, we walked around a bit, checking out the mountains, the waterfalls, Springbok, Zebra blah, blah, blah. It was all rather surreal and the perfect backdrop to a wedding that was packed with laughter, amazing people and incredibly bad dancing. Which brings me to my next point – Ernst and Aleksa had their dance floor on the deck that juts out over the dam. It was a very cool touch indeed as Jovan and Thelma (who are bloody good by the way) belted out hit after hit deep into the night. I doubt even one Zebra slept that night. As I type this, Aleksa has just popped in to pick up her photos. The party ended at 5.00am. Point made!