Update from Rojo on 2/8/2018: I can't believe no one has linked to the following article on them from deadspin that came out 2 days ago.
It's really a must-read if you are a Robertson fan. They literally just showed up in Africa with no credit card and no plan. Got robbed of almost all they had and found a way.
We were different. It was tall poppy syndrome. New Zealand has that pretty bad. People sense you’re different. It’s funny, if we had lived in America, I think we would have been popular, but in New Zealand, if you don’t play rugby, you’re picked on. It happened in high school more because we stopped participating. Kids yeah, but teachers too were unfair to us. They called my mother claiming we were anorexic. It was just from the high mileage; it was ridiculous. My mother was furious. When we started winning national titles, teachers started treating us with respect, but it was too little too late. I hated high school. We sat for our finals in October 2006, and the next day were on a plane to Africa.
The main thing that comes across is their drive. Unreal. Check this out.
Around that time, we got very sick drinking from a water hole that wasn’t clean. Maybe typhoid. It scared us—we went to bed on Friday and woke up Sunday night. It was the first time it [possibility of death] was real. Me and Zane forced ourselves to have a glass of water and half a banana each, and we had a talk— “If one of us doesn’t wake up, don’t worry. It’s okay. You continue on and achieve what we came to do. Let mom and dad know that we went out happy.” It did occur to me, I wondered if I could still get a scholarship to the States. That thought lasted until I was better. Two weeks later, I was definitely staying.