In a small corner of Ghana’s Upper East Region, the buildings themselves tell stories. Faint patterns emerge on the adobe walls of the compounds and granaries and huts. Smudges of red ochre, ebony and ashy white flake from the baked mud, becoming richer and more visible the further north we travel.
Chief Zotentaar-Suhbazaa of Tengzuk sits beneath a vast baobab, squinting at us through his orange-tinted aviators. He is an extraordinarily powerful and respected man, as his entourage and his ceremonial walking stick suggest, and so, presumably, does the neon-streaked beach towel he has draped casually around his neck.
I’ve long held the belief that when you want something badly enough, the whole universe conspires to make it happen – and never more so than when you’re travelling. My entire solo trip across South America seemed to be a happy chain of conspiracies – including when I awoke on an epic Bolivian bus journey …
As tempting as it is to see 20 things in a day, I need to try and just look at two or three, and evoke their essence on the page. Writing isn’t so different to drawing, after all.
As Britain’s favourite holiday destination, Spain, now reports more private rentals than hotel accommodation, it’s an excellent time to think about stepping away from the Costa resorts, and into… well, what, exactly? That’s the difficulty with Airbnb, there are just so many options. Room or whole apartment? Rural farmhouse or urban studio? Quirky or mainstream?
Bo-Kaap provides a colourful contrast to Cape Town’s black and white nature – in more ways than one. Its buildings are painted every colour under the bright African sun, seducing photographers with its rainbow palette. And its Cape Malay residents are a blend of yet more ethnicities, a culture as colourful as its streets.
La Nomadita explores what happens when you leave money out of the equation – and trade in goods, services, time – and conversation.
For two weeks around each new moon, bioluminescence flickers across Bon Accord Lagoon. Movement sparks chemical reactions, causing the tiny organisms to gleam an indescribable colour, the shade of stars and static and glowworms. Fish darted past; shooting stars beneath a moonless sky.
On an island as tiny as Tobago, it’s doubly thrilling to discover that the road less travelled still remains. In this case the “road” was a river, and I was navigating it not by boat, but on foot – barefoot – with a man named Porridge.
This photo means a lot to me today as it’s my final day in the job which has taken me across the globe and back during the last five years, and the end of almost exactly ten years of living and working around the world and there are many memories in these Pesos, Gourdes, Shillings, Dollars, Euros, Bolivianos, Birr and Balboas.