Hmmm — Margarita, foamy and thick: hangover. Campari Soda, bitter and bright: mini hangover. Pimm’s cup, with fronds of mint and apple and orange slices: massive hangover. I learned early on that I don’t really like alcohol. So a beer is my maximum. An American beer drunk from a can in the garden of the Posada Semeruco, Choroni, Venezuela, on my last day of shooting last month. Brenda and Pete and Felix and Isabel sitting in thick white cotton hammocks, between giant banana plant leaves and Bromeliads and darting little lizards. Heaven.