— People and places. A mix of candid and directed images, captured during my adventures around our tiny planet.
A classic Arabian scene on the coast of Oman.
Masal is Turkish for 'fairytale' and whilst the 3.30am alarm clock was anything but magical, the resulting sunrise felt like something of another world.
As the sun peeped over the horizon, the haze that hung in the valley below glowed a deep orange, the sky above blue and bright.
Bagging a shot like this makes an early start completely worthwhile.
Amidst the walls of ice, this lady stoked her charcoals and stirred her broth.
The temperatures sat at around -10C, the river that ran by her pitch was frozen solid, just like the walls surrounding her. Luckily her cooking kept her warm.
Members of the Iranian Ice Climbing team enjoy a sunset selfie in Rabenstein, Sud Tirol
The roads, damp from the autumn rain storms that hit overnight threatened us with a quick, cliff-plummeting ending. Driving on these roads in these conditions was tiring, climbing was easy compared to this.
A lone wooden building, with a huge ornate tea pot and a stack of pomegranates came into view as we barely held another corner. We were stopping here without a second thought.
Cool mountain air kissed our skin. Hot glasses filled with sweet tea stung our raw fingertips, six consecutive days of thrashing ourselves on some of the most physical climbing we had ever seen had taken its toll. The sugar hit was welcome, the respite from the sketchy roads even more so.
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That's the only way to describe what's going on here!
As a child I used to relish the chance to run up the road with my pocket money and fritter it away on magazines, snacks and stickers. In 2013 I travelled with a team of equally psyched guys to Vietnam, exploring new deep water soloing venues and putting up new routes.
Every evening our captain would moor the boat in a safe place for the night, away from the unpredictable oil tankers and copy waters of the channels and the open sea. One night we moored in a secluded natural bay, alone. Seemingly out of nowhere this lady and her boat appeared ... packed full of snacks, local magazines and other gubbins, it was like a floating corner shop.
Shame I was out of pocket money.
After almost two hours of dodging potholes and ironwork and other road users we ground to a holt at a roadside shack, the sign said cafe, the appearance said otherwise.
Entering the shack it turned out to be something of an aladdins cave, the structure stretching out behind itself and over the steep cliff which we had been avoiding in the car. The view was stunning, the coffee ... less so.
I've seen videos, I've heard stories and I have watched Pocahontas many times (I'm a fan - so what?) ... but I had never had the chance to witness traditional Native American / First Nations dance & music before.
Thankfully, the I lucked out at the Bozeman Ice Fest, Montana (USA).
When travelling anywhere in the world one of the 'must-do' activities for me is to check out the local market. It's always an experience, be it Borough Market in London or this market in Geyikvirisi in Turkey. Pomegranate juice anyone?
What better way is there to warm up in the freezing cold temperatures of 'Ice Valley' South Korea than eat freshly cooked meats and soups? Well, apart from climbing of course ...
Wherever I go in the world I am always fascinated by people. It can be a day trip to the city or a far flung adventure, but observing the locals and their cultures is a past time I'll never get bored of.
A delicacy in the area of Turkey we were passing through, local women can be found making the breads for gözleme on many of the corners when walking through the market.
The curved pans, warmed on hot coals, not only radiate heat, but also the incredible scent of the dough, cooking on the hot metal. They are definitely a 'must try' for anyone that heads to Geyikbayiri.
Skewer? Broth? Both?
Unbelievably tasty, even if we never did work out what it was ...
Everywhere I have travelled to in the world; Egypt, South Africa, Spain, Greece, Vietnam to name a few ... I have encountered traditional dance. This shot I took in Olympos, Turkey was another chance I had to experience traditional dance whilst travelling.
The young woman tended to the fresh fruit and vegetable on her stall, nestled high on a mountain pass above the hustle and bustle of Geyikbayiri. 'Organic' and 'GMO' are not in the vocabulary here, everything is home grown, everything is fresh and everything is pure.
Turkish markets are famous for good reason. There are varieties of dried fruits and nuts that I had no clue existed and the smells are stunningly good.
On top of the wide range of produce on offer, the people take the markets up to the next level. They are friendly beyond belief and are always smiling ... just like this lady.
We set off early that morning to get to the crag while it was still in the cool shade. In the caffeine-less haze we drove straight past the deserted shacks at the side of the road without even noticing them.
Just after midday the sun came round and hit the crag, baking us all in the process. We packed up and headed back down the road.
This time the previously ignored shacks were a hive of activity. Locals walked up and down the line of stalls, perusing the fresh produce and picking what they needed.
Two words came straight into my mind ... lunch time.
This splendidly dressed chap was stirring this pot for hours. In all honesty, it smelled disgusting. The scent was a bit like gone-off pasta and cheese and it lingered in the air.
Fair play to the guy though, he was fully committed in his outfit, I'll give him that.