tristan riley

I left Egypt after a 6 hour wait for a 4 hour ferry passage, to the port of Aqaba in Jordan. In this corner of the world four countries meet in a blaze of red desert and blue sea, giant passages from the Koran spelled out in lights on the hillsides, and gas flares and [...]

The Red Sea slaps lazily against the boulders on the waterfront of Al Huydayda, Yemens fourth largest city. I wander in the sticky heat and smells of shit, past cardboard shacks built atop the boulderbank. I don’t look closely at the old men inside. Across the empty street concrete hulks arise from rubble, I feel [...]