Canada (November, 2020) – In a world emerced in a second wave pandemic; back into panic, into lockdown, uncertainty, curb-side pick-ups and minimal social interaction. Back into fragility; into inner thoughts, solitude, into a world of fantasy.

 

India (December, 2016) – As we departed from Manikarnika ghat; a sense of calm and reflection overcame us. Our boat motored away from the haze and melancholy; adapting ourselves for what turned into the grand crusade for jetimas's special paan, if nothing else it was an amusing exploit after a rather serious affair. 

 

Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – Amazingly; a year ago my feet were solidly planted in Central Asia, my mind is still racing from sensory overload. 

As the light dwindled down for the day, we sprinted through the last of the beautiful portals. In Samarkand; Mirzo Ulug Beg's architectural legacy is a 15th century madrasa at the monumental Registan square. Described in it's heyday as one of the best universities of the Muslim Orient, and although the lecture halls no longer echo discourse, it still feels like a place of learning.

Madagascar (March, 2010) – As we gathered ourselves, still vibrating from the ensemble of characters we had just met. Whilst back on the our hired barge; our final views remain the lingering troupe who welcomed us the previous day. Blissed out in fantasy; we prepared ourselves onwards floating eastwards down the Tsiribihina for promised viewings of endemic flora and fauna including the enigmatic lemur.

Mexico (October, 2017) – Bewildered in another world semblance of fantasy, we wandered around dazed by delightful encounters. Celebrating Dia de los Muertos in Oaxaca is magically memorable, each year the reveries of that brief interlude comes streaming back. I've come to adopt the occasion to reminisce about those long past.