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.

Taking the Tank out to the creek with Steve and Jess to enjoy the cool waters and free time.

Early mornings spent chasing the first light of day upon the cliff’s face, braving the wind for the sake of the sea air.

Monolithic boulders stacked on one another like the toys of giants make this spellbinding place come alive with wonder.

The highest waterfall in Australia stands as a colossus over the canyon below, it’s shadow blocking the sun the further one descends until the ghosts of vapour consume the bottom in mist.

The cyan waters of the reef surrounding Lady Musgrave hold great diversity and colour; my first adventure on the Great Barrier Reef was a masterclass in natural beauty.

The pristine beaches of 1770, including Bustard Beach and Chinaman’s beach; set alight by merciless sun and the relief of day’s end.

Golden rays of winter light pierce through the canopy as the sun sets over the paperbark trees near Agnes Waters.

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 wadi coaxes life from the desert sands within the gorges of Dadés, where palm trees soar from otherwise lifeless ridges and the ruins of abandoned villages still loom.

Barren plains finally give way to the towering dunes of the Sahara at Marzouga, where gold and blue light clash as the sun sets over endless miles of sand.

This storied city has been the site of hundreds of years of history and the backdrop for dozens of famous films and television series.

The jagged ranges of the Atlas Mountains divide Morocco with their inhospitable wilderness conditions and unforgiving terrain.

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.

The quiet streets of the green city of Moulay Idriss bask in reverence of the religious significance of this area to Moroccan history.

This culturally rich region is a diverse and eclectic powerhouse, once hotly contested between the powers of Europe and North Africa.

This sleepy coastal town enjoys the breeze of the ocean and proximity to Casablanca’s tourist pull.