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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

Rocha café overlooks the majestic agricultural lands from it’s perch within a historic building, as the mountains glimmer in the distance.

This quiet village is home to spectacular vistas across the dusky plains and farmlands of Northern Thailand.

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.

As one approaches the stream of water, the sensation of inertia is overwhelming as the hundreds of small falls join together to makes the hillside appear to be sliding altogether; soaring trees lock the ridges in place.

Somehow, the sun seems to hang low in the air all day, warm against the skin as the dust of an agricultural region clings to the skin and the smell of crops envelopes.

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.

A dream of mine was to finally travel through this renowned desert park; it certainly won’t be the last time.

Jonny, Jordy and I scaled the rock faces to get a unique angle on this iconic destination in the Rockies; we witnessed an avalanche and found calm spaces to enjoy the scene in solitude.