An image from my last day in La Paz
The driver of the micro-bus crossed himself several times in the Catholic fashion as we crossed a mountain pass, around 4400 metres up in the Andes. Behind us was La Paz, and the steep rocks on either side of the road gave way to a magnificent valley below. The road dived down into steep kinks, and I hoped the driver would have more than his faith in God to get us down … (Read more: images and words from Bolivia's coca producing region)
Snapshots from La Paz, Bolivia, in between the real work.
Scribbles from a recent trip to Hell's Gate national park in Kenya, which is becoming a major source of electricity, but at what price?
Every time I arrive in Juba, there is visible change. The city sprawls further and further; from the air, a patchwork of metal roof-tops in primary colours, where once stood straw-roofed *tukuls*. Since my last visit, in January, the land around Juba has transformed into a thick, lush green, nurtured by the rains from the …