Nearly ten years after my first trip to Africa, I sat down to revisit some of my favourite of what were only a few shots taken on this deeply impactful trip.

The epitome of power and class, the exquisite details of this car leap to life with a fresh ceramic coating and the fall of night.

Nagari means "flowing" in the aboriginal language, and this car is the epitome of liquid speed, with gorgeous rounded edges formed entirely from fibreglass.

This massive vintage model Ford has been refurbished and fitted with a mobile wood-fire pizza oven: it was a prime candidate for the Limitless Detailing crew.

The grandeur of this monolithic structure is almost beyond comprehension, as thousands of years of experience of faith and artisan skill collide in spectacular harmony.

Exploring the inner city streets, where only a handful of tourists wander within this iconic and mysterious city of colour, sound and scent.

The artisanal centre of Fes boasts the largest and most authentic medina in Morocco; ancient walls and narrow streets encircling thousands of stalls bustling with commerce and skilled workers creating in the traditional ways.

The ruins of the Roman town of Volibulus remain on the outskirts of Moulay Idris, marking the ancient pathways of civilisation now gone.

The streets of the blue city unfold like a tranquil labyrinth as vendors of fine wool and leather line the streets and the sun bakes the cerulean villas of Chefchaouen.

A collection of emotive and striking images to make a statement for Andrew’s debut album led our team off the beaten path into the plantation forests, where a natural cathedral of trees awaited us.

Kilo Twenty provides essential education and care for displaced and orphaned children at a small facility twenty kilometres from the border of Myanmar.

Mae Sot is the largest city in the region, a sprawling area covering vast diversity of people, classes and a hot bed for the countries human slave trade.

One of the most eye-opening experiences of my life; witnessing the squalid living conditions that hundreds exist in each day, foraging and building their shanty homes in the masses of garbage on the Burmese border.

A safe haven, shielded from the media, mobile phones and menacing forces, children that have been rescued from traffickers can grow up here in safety with people who genuinely love and care for them.

This narrow stretch of land marks the border between Myanmar and Thailand; a place where an utterly destitute population languishes in the refuse of a society that has forgotten them, and traffickers prey on children born into this struggle to survive.