Having acquired some kind of cold in Marrakech, I’ve started to cough. I hoped that good food and the warm air would snuff it out before it (and I) became a nuisance. No such luck. I awake today to begin a two-day mountain trek with a full-blown hacking cough.
Ten years ago today, I returned from three weeks around New Zealand. I’ve posted most of the photos that I like from the trip, but revisiting the collection…
After the insanity of Marrakech, our first stop is the village of Imlil. Because, when in a hot, desert country, what better a thing to do than climb a mountain without any of the appropriate equipment?
A solitary settlement amidst the low dunes of the Gobi Desert, just outside Dalanzadgad, Mongolia. All the essentials (left to right): mean guard dog (who chased our Hummer),…
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Beautiful work, Matt!
Thanks!