What was meant to be a one-week trip to Kenya slowly turned into a 20-day journey that stayed with me long after I returned. It was one of the first times I experienced a place not just as a traveller, but as someone beginning to see the world through a lens.

The wild felt raw and powerful, and the city had its own quiet rhythm. I remember noticing everything more deeply. The way light fell on faces, the stillness between sounds, the small moments that often pass unnoticed. Simple mornings with chai and chapati, brief conversations with strangers, and unfamiliar streets slowly began to feel like scenes unfolding in real time.

I got the chance to play with baby elephants, hold a baby crocodile, and witness nature up close in the most surreal way. But more than the experiences themselves, it was the shift in awareness that stayed with me. I realised I was no longer just travelling. I was observing more carefully, paying attention to details, quietly framing moments as they happened.

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That journey changed the way I see the world. It taught me to slow down, to sit with moments, and to find stories in everyday life. Somewhere along the way, travel stopped feeling like movement and started feeling like storytelling. Maybe that’s why I film everything, to hold onto journeys that changed me.