Don was the finest cowboy I ever met. One of the last. Bar fights, droughts, floods he's seen it all in his 30 years as a musterer.
I rarely saw him on two legs, he preferred four.
Kiana cattle station. The Northern Territory, Australia 2015.
Don was the finest cowboy I ever met. One of the last. Bar fights, droughts, floods he's seen it all in his 30 years as a musterer.
I rarely saw him on two legs, he preferred four.
Kiana cattle station. The Northern Territory, Australia 2015.
The tuk tuk man, stanchion of the Asian transport system.
He can usually be found half-heartedly looking for business or asleep in the back of his vehicle. Vigorous shaking maybe required.
On the Streets of Yogyakarta. Java, Indonesia 2015.
After I returned from climbing in Nepal, who could’ve known that the grandmother of my friend whom I would meet, was the sister of George Lowe, Sir Edmund Hillary’s best friend and climbing partner on the first successful summit of Everest on May 29th, 1953.
Read MoreIt's a little hut nestled on the white sands of Gili Meno, with a palm frond roof and bright red plastic stools for chairs. Luxurious spas and retreats stand either side. But Ketut and her daughter, Leyly, run the best food on the island.
Gili Meno, Indonesia 2015.
“Young men now don’t know the back end of a car from the front” Ron would muse between exhalations of his home-grown tobacco.
He was concerned for the future. Men of his generation were a dying breed; the practical, spit on your hands sort that could take an engine apart and get the bugger running again.
There were no “young uns” to replace him, they were in the city. Who would work the land?
“Immigrants?” he laughed.
The welts and scars written across his hands told another story.
The Atherton Tablelands, Australia 2015.
Baba, an Indian pilgrim, 70 years old and full of mischief, rests near Ghasa in the Western Annapurna, Nepal on his walk from New Delhi, India to the village of Muktinath and her holy Vishnu temple; sacred to Hindus and Buddhists alike.
The Annapurna, Nepal 2014.
My humble and funny guide Kardi, who took me into the volcanic crater of Kawu Ijen, Eastern Java, Indonesia. The infamous site of blue fire.
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