The Birthplace of the Inca

He could not breathe. Whether it was the immense altitude that choked his heart, the beauty of the horizon that stunned his senses, or a combination of the two materialized into solid air that struck his midsection, driving the breath from his body, humbling his soul, he could not breathe. He stood at a high…

Ayuhuasca

In a space where matter don’t matter, just spirit molecules and geometric patterns Ab-Soul The sun is hot. The air is wet. The breath is heavy. I am sweating. I am following. There are four of us, we are all following. We reach the dock where the pontoon approaches, it floats slowly across the river,…

Amazonian Nights

We set out while the Amazon slept. Weary from the hot dampness of the jungle air, we prepared the boat, our guide started the motor, it sputtered loudly, tearing through the silence of the jungle. A group of monkeys cursed us from high above in the canopy as we left the comfort of our camp…

The Death Road

Life is much more brilliant when death lies 600 metres below. We met at a point where the dry altiplano gave way to soft rolling mountains, where dense clouds marched sluggishly across vibrating jungles. We met on a path cleaved out of the side of the mountain, a dusty coloured scar that carved its way…

Nuestra Señora de La Paz

The land was thirsty. The land was weary. The land was cold. The valley expanded evenly in every direction, a combination of hard packed dirt, withered mountain plants and exhausted rocks. Everything was dust; it blanketed the parched valley, writhed in swirling columns, and pulverized the earth. A barren gust assaulted the land, frigid and…