Things have changed a lot from the days of my parents youth, but we’ve not yet reached a time when throwing yourself of cliffs and getting chased by bulls won’t spark a swift slap to the side of your head from a concerned (and loving) mother.

 

But listen, someone has to do it.

 

And anyway, at this point my head’s received so many “what the hell were you thinking” blows it’s become impervious, but I still wince and complain anyway as not to offend my poor mum.

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It drives me, knowing there’s an abundance of stories out there waiting to be told, and a never-ending list of wild festivals and activities that few people are crazy enough to do, let alone bring an expensive camera in there with them.

 

So far I’ve brought to life the fight of the Indigenous Woarani communities battle against the tyrannical oil companies, documented the infamous San Fermin Festival (or as some may know it; extreme Pamplona), as well as sneaking around through the mountains of Morocco, fighting the local authorities as they cull Chefchaoen’s stray dogs. 

 

Soon to come is the insane festival ‘La Patum de Berga’, in which thousands of people flood the streets of a small Catalonian town to set themselves on fire.

 

If you like anything you’ve seen or heard, then I’d love for you to reach out. I’m a chatterbox, and we can chinwag about all the crazy shit the world has to offer until the sun goes down.