Drinking a supposedly sealed bottle of water in the back-blocks of Vietnam had me a sick as I can remember being. Sitting on a toilet in Dalat with a bowl in my lap, spewing and shitting from the same muscle spasm has to be one of the low points of my life.
I was still weak a few days so later walking the markets of Saigon. It was almost sunset and I was about to put the camera away when I looked down an alleyway. This kid saw me at the moment I saw him. It probably remains my favorite picture and I look at whenever I’m feeling sorry for myself cos you just never know what miracles are around the corner.