Africa was my first ascent into travel. I use the word "ascent", because travel elevates you above something that is very hard to escape, and that something is bullshit. Let me say, bullshit has its place in our lives. It is the byproduct of human interaction. While our capacity for bullshit varies from person to person, we all reach our threshold and at some point need to reset.

 
Chefchaouen, Morocco

Chefchaouen, Morocco

 

I went to Africa as the cinematographer for a television series focusing on the lesser known cultures across the African continent. Not long after entering Morocco, the director and I struggled with many fundamental creative differences, and I decided to leave the project. The highlight of my time there was spent, alone, navigating the length of the High Atlas Mountains via an arabic 1980s road map and a compass. Concurrently, the director, an accomplished through-hiker, was traversing his way across uncharted terrain at roughly 4,000 meters. He is one of the toughest men I've ever known. I would resupply him as he hiked; I would meet him every 3 or 4 days to give him food and water. The food came from the local berber villages. I hope you enjoy the photos: