I can’t say I wasn’t warned, multiple times, about the scams I’d encounter in Morocco.

It was the two Spanish hitchhikers I picked up on the outskirts of Ait Benhaddou that diverted my path.

There was a donkey parking lot, right next to the donkey shoeing vendors, logically located next to the blacksmiths working out of mud brick forges, making donkey shoes and farm equipment. 

There are smart ways to plan travel in Scotland. Then there is this way…

There's still plenty to photograph in Chania but the desire to stay away from ordinary leads to interesting and unexpected places and people. Like the local anarchist squatters...

I lost my wallet in Budapest. Losing my license might have made it hard to hire cars but thankfully dodgy Greek scooter hires companies didn’t care so much!

Part 3 of 3. A shared adventure on a slow train from Bulgaria to Romania with Turkish travellers on a heavy metal odyssey.

Part 2 of 3. How does 70 years of isolation behind the Iron Curtain shape a people and culture. I was about to find out.

Part 1 of 3. The overnight train from Istanbul to Sofia, Bulgaria had me saying goodbye to one of the world’s great cities. A combination of heavy metal, Greek mythology, and Absurdist philosophy followed.

A desert dweller walking through a hazy afternoon in M’Hamid, Morocco.

Treading paths of Turkeys abandoned worlds.

Broken fairytales, lost love, the cycle of life, and the irresistible pull of home and family.

Scratch the surface and discover the real Istanbul.

Turkish coffee served with swagger.