I have selected twenty photographs from my journey to the Philippines and Japan and have related these to twenty of the songs which always accompany me.
Sydney based photographer Karina Illovska went to Guatemala through Photographers Without Borders to document the work of Mayan Families.
Without a doubt, choosing to travel has produced the most imaginative, intoxicating, and illuminating experiences in my life. It has given me love, compassion, knowledge, power and pain.
It’s my third trip here and I’ve heard the same story dozens of times : Cubans feel stuck and unable to move forward; like they’re trapped in a natural paradise. In the meantime, life goes on.
Far from civilization and mostly accessible only by foot, bothies are secluded mountain shelters scattered across the British Isles, tirelessly maintained by volunteers from the Mountain Bothies Association.
I spend my evenings seeking the elusive Northern Lights, mapping my routes, charging my batteries, and getting ready to wake before sunrise to start my day.
After driving through so much of the country I was fortunate to see dozens of different environments and lifestyles and meet many new people, some of whom I was able to photograph. This collection of images is a sample of the America I saw during those two weeks on the road.
“Lately I have spent some time with people who believe they are their ancestors. They believe they are the same entity passed down through bloodlines from one person to the next, mapped from generation to generation.”
Rum, revolutionaries and retro cars – Cuba has a back-in-time appeal. Though a trip to Cuba seems undoubtedly romantic and exciting, you’ll need to understand how the island works to get the best out of your visit.
It’s a sad day when you feel embarrassed to talk about the place you call home because it has the cruelest treatment of refugees on the planet. We hope in some small way our photos can open up further dialogue about treating refugees more humanely and create social and political change.
Tony Butt is sure an impressive human being, not only because he rides waves the size of three-story buildings, but for the humble and extreme, mundane and exhilarating, sustainable unsustainable life that he leads.
Théo de Gueltzl started his journey one year and a half ago in Los Angeles. He bought a Toyota Pick Up, built a wooden structure to fit a mattress and a life on the road.
Destroyed during the South Sudan civil war, this once bustling town in the middle of country’s oil region is now littered with the rusted frames of burnt out cars and shot up houses.
I loved the contrast between the peaceful Japanese nature and the grotesque mess of sexual, horrifying and DIY characters. The next day I bought more rolls of film and missed the train for a second night in a row…
I don’t know whether it was the heat or just a technical malfunction, but when the two batteries for your camera die on the first day of a trip around Cuba it’s the beginning of a nightmare.
Between two jobs I had an opportunity to travel to Cuba last summer. I did not want to go to any all-inclusive resort. After 2 or 3 days it was clear: I was going to shoot colours, symmetry and complete strangers.
Travelling through India belongs to the individual – moments and memories forged between country and self. There were of course happier times, life changing even.
I wondered why or how I’d never been there before, let alone not even heard of it. I remember looking around the landscape deciding where I would build my future home, figuring out how I would manage to get a lifetime supply of food and water in there so I never had to leave.
Where does it start and end? A landscape of blurred lines spanning sprawling density and a sparseness so vast that the echo of an echo has no answer.
It’s based on something called “Hajwalah” in which thrill-seeking young men would reach high speeds on public roads and then spin seemingly out of control, oftentimes weaving through traffic.
When friends or family ask why the hell I would sell everything I own and move into a school bus to travel full time, this is the story I tell them. Of course, not every day living the life of a dirtbag traveler is as amazing as this one.
With some of young horses, Ganbold decided to forgo his lasso and simply use his hands. Grabbing a front leg, he would get the horse to lose its balance before wrestling it to the ground.
I left Iran nearly a decade ago. I left and moved to Australia—to the end of the earth—leaving much behind. And like all migrants, I miss the things I left behind: the taste of the air; the trees’ sweet smell; the song of the streets and of the crows at sunset…
Eastern cultural practices are easily digested when they fall in line with Western moral values. When they do not align, they are commonly judged and denounced.
Peddling, peddling, peddling (and yeah peddling…) I can assure you that we had our days on the road. Like who really heads over to Africa to ride a pushbike … with their dad?
Asia gave me an amazing journey full of friendly and kindly people, good food and a great location.
From the moment I could walk my father dragged me around the countryside fishing, camping and hunting. He took me across Australia, through the desert and from the top to the bottom.
Now available for online purchase, The Adventure Handbook’s very first piece of print Learning as we go showcases stories, interviews and photography from Australia and around the globe which will make you remember that life’s short.
I jump off the bike just in time to empty my stomach onto the dirt road. My heart’s rushing, skin sweating and both legs shake under my skinny frame. I’m a notch above completely hopeless.
I love a road trip. I’ve been on dozens of them around the world and in 46 states. The American road is a bit over-romanticized. That Kerouacian idea of finding yourself is overplayed, but there’s something out there in the mountains, deserts, plains, and cities that I can’t explain.
Two days sailing through the infamous Drake Passage lie before us until we arrive at the Antarctic peninsula. Icebergs point the way, a signal that we don’t have much farther to go.
I felt sad for the Big Bend inhabitants, for the residents of Chihuahua, the idea of American freedom, and our crumbling concepts of democracy.
This story is for Halzan. He was violently mugged and passed away less than two weeks after I visited him. He changed how I see the world and gave me the courage to begin thinking about what I’m afraid of.
Pushkar is full of life, and all walks of it. The whitewashed streets of the old city jam falafel stands with groups of Israeli travellers, Tibetan garden restaurants, Hindu pilgrimage temples, and colourful groups of gypsy tribes side by side.
I’ve always been drawn to environments that support self-expression, safe spaces for being more open and free and loving. They happen to be in gatherings that might appear to be on the fringe…
I don’t wish to be superstitious, but you all probably have experienced places where you feel remarkably good, calm and centered, as if some strange energy is overwhelming you against your will.
When you face a trying situation on your own you have no choice but to step up and figure out a way over/around/through it then deal with the consequences. This is often made a little easier and less humiliating by the fact that no one is there to watch you melt down or fall apart.
Four-wheel driving through the Flinders Ranges, getting chased by emus, swimming with seals, dodging a cyclone – all in a days work for Adventure Handbook photographers Isabella Moore, Nick Green and Che Parker. Part 2 of our guide to South Australia picks up from where we left off as we unravel one of Australia’s best kept secrets.
The fact is that I had never before breathed so deeply and serenely than in this open space which seemed endless; much wider than anything my eyes had previously taken in.
Five Australian photographers head to Adelaide, fanning out across the state to document different parts of this diverse, but dependably outright gorgeous, chunk of Australia. What could go wrong?
I have had reservations with writing publicly about my connection to Israel because of the immediate negative connotations it conjures up for many people; Because of the intense media scrutiny; Because of the shocking hostility I have experienced over social media; Because of the deep sadness…
For years trekking through parts of south-east Asia and Indonesia has been in the back of my mind… I, like many others, was suspicious of the Bali that filtered through media, friends and other traveller – a sort of Indonesian Ibiza, over run with sunburnt Australians and Bintang singlets.
“Get down! You are in GRAVE DANGER!” a faraway voice yelled over a loudspeaker. I looked inland to see the red-blue flash of police lights as we hurried down the icy bank toward our vehicle.
The best thing about traveling is that it allows you to experience the moment. You enter another time frame composed only from that which lies ahead of you. The world becomes different and to a certain extent, unreal.