I didn’t come to Peru to find a sense of spirituality. But it finds me, on the floor of the Sacred Valley. The irony pervades, but not nearly as much as the thick smoke from a burning sage smudge that fills the air around me. Sitting cross-legged in a circle, I’m taking part in a traditional Peruvian ceremony, presided over by a shaman.
The holidays often signal a time for travel, whether discovering new ski trails on foreign slopes, or escaping the winter chill for a warm destination. Over last 15 years, we have travelled to the far corners of the globe and brought home sentimental and unexpected insights. Here, a vicarious visual journey.