Dalton Tours

I remember sitting in a humid, cramped café in Hanoi, staring at a mountain of unedited footage from my last…

I was sitting in a dusty, sun-drenched café in Cusco last year, sketching the architecture, when an older gentleman approached…

I was sitting in a cramped, humid cafe in Medellín last year, staring at a half-finished storyboard for a documentary…

I was sitting in a tiny, dimly lit café in Cusco last year, staring at a half-finished sketchbook that had…

I remember sitting in a cramped, humid café in Hanoi, my notebook damp from the rain and my camera gear…

I was sitting in a cramped, humid cafe in Hanoi last July, staring at a sketchbook that had been blank…

I was sitting in a cramped, humid cafe in Hanoi last July, staring at a blank notebook while the scent…

I remember sitting in a dim, rain-slicked café in Hanoi, staring at my phone screen until the pixels seemed to…

I remember sitting in a tiny, dimly lit jazz club in Montmartre, the air thick with the scent of espresso…

I remember sitting in a cramped, neon-lit hostel in Hanoi, staring at a map that felt more like a labyrinth…