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Driver parked the jeep in the water to rest.
You can see how the bazaar is carved out of the mountain.
Barely caught this as I was walking by in Paris.
In Khatmandu, cars, motorcycles, and pedestrians all share the road in an ordered chaos.
Iceland can get expensive, but there's a cheap market called Bonus where we made affordable meals.
She thought I was Nepali until I began to speak. This is her trying to figure me out.
Many Nepali stared at me trying to figure out if I was Nepali with a mustache they've never seen before. This guy eventually waved to me as he passed.
After a night out shooting some stars, we were locked out and resorted to sleeping outside the guesthouse. We awoke to many smiling faces.
A parade of wackily dressed cars passed like this 2CV in Paris.
In Paris, things line up perfectly.
An Icelandic bus stop becomes a fancy condo for us.
This man looked on to the performers on stage with a beard most don't have in Nepal.
Filip and Marek let us stay with them for a good while in Iceland. They're two friends from the Czech Republic.
She wouldn't look at me.
After a grueling hike up to this pass, we met an amazing Nepali who cooked us the best potatoes we had on the trip.
Our first driver on the left was replaced by the driver with his hand in his pocket for reasons unclear except that the drama revolved around a very stubborn mother.
At the Monkey Temple in Khatmandu, Nepal.
This guesthouse was not fully on solid ground.
Laura eats cotton candy at a random fair we stumbled on in Paris.
Many cafés in Paris have seats that face outward. This one didn't.
After a dangerous and harrowing two nights on a volcano in a nasty storm, we hung everything we had to dry in the public bathroom.
The driver pulled the jeep over in the water as he and his comrade began to refresh themselves. Afterwards, he began pouring water into the radiator and eventually proceeded to shut the wooden hood so we could be on our way again.
A teacher plays volleyball with a soccerball in the yard of this school adorned with prayer flags.
A family emerges from the cloud as they trot to the next town.
At the New Delhi airport during a layover.
At the Monkey Temple, many prayer flags fill the sky.
Laura on the streets of Paris.
This lovely lady was our favorite hitchhike. When in season, hitchhiking in Iceland is easy to do. We were catching the tail end of the season and she was one of our luckier hitchhikes.
The coolest piece of technology on this trip would be the computer that's a touch and pen tablet.
The hand belongs to the old man with a broken leg. He is being transported to the hospital, on a 15 hour bumpy jeep ride. Never once did he grunt or wince, even though his leg was clearly in bad shape as evidenced from the x-ray his son was carrying.
This was our first jeep driver who eventually got replaced. The story is still completely unclear but revolves around a very unhappy woman.
A tattooed door asymmetrically sits on this house that sits on a cloudy mountain.
The bazaar is overlooked by a Himalayan mountain.
Took a stroll underneath the most famous landmark in Paris.
After hanging out at a park in Lyon, we headed back through a tunnel of sun rays.
Krista is an Icelandic who managed a coffee shop.
Laura and Romain embrace on a bridge in Paris.
A bird takes flight in Jiri.
The guesthouse lit by the moon as the stars twinkle brightly above.
My weapon of choice is a weatherproof mirrorless Olympus OM-D E-M1 with a 12-40mm M.Zuiko f2.8 lens.