Boda-boda. The Ugandan motorcycle taxis. The only way to get around.
Juba, Southern Sudan.
Autoportrait — Hell’s Gate
Looking out over Ol Njorwa, I couldn’t resist. It’s been a while, and the series continues.
Autoportrait — Leaving Damascus
I spent three months in Syria. A month traveling, a month studying, and a further month doing a bit of both. During that time I met many fascinating people, some of whom I now count amongst my friends, friendships that I really value.
Arriving back into the city from Jordan, the familiar site of Jebel Qassioun appeared before driving back down the Mezzeh highway, past the university where I spent eighty gruelling hours between November and December, and then the Old City popped up. It dawned on me how much I was going to miss the place, and the people in it.
So thank you to you Damascenes, and inshall’ah, we will meet again soon.
Once again, I don a keffiyeh, strap-on my backpack, and climb in the back of a servees bound for the bus-station. The long route to Africa will wait a little while longer; next stop, Beirut.
Autoportrait — Petra
Whilst the tombs, façades and carvings of Petra are magnificent, the landscape is absolutely mind-blowing, too, and well worthy of some hiking.
…and hand-stands on cliff edges, of course.
Here begins a small series of auto-portraits.

