3 vintage blue label’s on the rocks, and the urge to write this hot sultry and sticky April night is rather strong. Weird fishes plays on repeat, Radiohead croons for the 34th day on the trot.

My head and mind roll slow, I am tired but I cant sleep, like always I lie awake, musing about the unknown, tripping on the same song.

Spent the evening discussing plans to get to PNG to shoot the cannibals, honestly I am not sure if I will make it, but the prospect of having discussed has me quite excited.

A month, out in the open, with the stars as my ceiling and the earth as my bed, my cameras and me, has me super excited,