Don’t shoot I’m English!

“Don’t shoot!…I’m English!”? A strange title indeed, based on hairy misunderstandings with the Highway Patrol and their six eyed friends, on successive nights, whilst severely incapacitated having narrowly failed to blow off my right buttock with a magnesium flare launcher in the Everglades!

Contact! The World’s my ostrich!

“Few, if any, have made such a positive and immediate impact on the audience, the runaway highlight of the series”

Murray Fowler, Wellington

Alum Channah, then the World’s tallest man, 7’8” 2.34 m. Sind, Pakistan

I’ve been shipwrecked off Africa, with a sequence of awesome shots, Transatlantic crossings, washed overboard in mid Atlantic and back on again thanks to a freak wave! There’ve been monster sharks, a 919lb Giant Bluefin Tuna worth a million pounds, the world’s tallest man, shortest woman, gripping yarns, highly improbable anecdotes with photos to prove them!

Grizzly bear forest. Vancouver Island. I’d better eat that apple before the bears get a whiff of it!…but the banana slugs got me anyway!
Super large hook for a super large shark. Gulf Stream.
My first African dawn. Ethiopia. I’d strategically pitched my skinny tent to frame the tree for whatever came with the light. Woken by a cacophony of cackles, screeches, honks, flutings and squarks, I shot the lot! …so to speak!
…proving the Planet’s not flat! Trans Atlantic, hitching, crewing, cooking, storytelling…and catching dorado or tuna every time I put a bait out. I caught a tuna on Christmas day using a plastic Father Christmas festooned with tinsel, another on a cunningly rigged abandoned film cassette!

“An evening with Hektor Krome is an unforgettable experience. He packed in an amazing amount of mind boggling material which kept the boys spellbound…”

Charles Price, HM. Mount House
Old skool selfie in Mount Bromo, Java

“Hektor Krome is the Pied Piper of the lecture circuit. The audience follows his every photo and story with total engagement.”

Frank Mc Guire, Millfield Prep

As a lifetime professional photographer I’ve travelled the World since I took a gap year from the City in 1972. It turned out to be a long, adventurous, and Life enhancing one. I’m still on it! With only a backpack, a tiny tent, a telescopic fishing rod, a lucky thumb, and most importantly, a camera, supplied by Olympus, I’ve gone up to three months at a time, many times, without the need for a hotel or even a campsite. This means I’m out there early mornings and evenings, the best light for photos and landscapes and portraits when I might be otherwise tucked up in bed or at the buffet. Also, and the reason I do it…I’m amongst the locals making friends “and being there”.!

I’ve sailed endless miles in huge oceans, I’ve been shipwrecked off Africa, washed overboard in mid Atlantic in a storm and dumped back on again by a freak wave.

Mid Atlantic, Storm force 10, time to body surf, solo, off the bowsprit! Smacked off, luckily down the side, not keelhauled! Into the anchor Ouch! I threw up one hand and grabbed the deck. Threw up the other and found a stanchion …and then I was tossed back on again by a freak wave!

“Mr. Krome. You are my hero! I can’t wait to leave school and be an adventurer like you….”

Laurie Roberts, Ashdown House

I’ve had a tiger snarl outside my tent one night in the Sumatran jungle, a cougar spray on it on Vancouver Island, hyenas, rattlesnakes, red ants and spiders, I’ve had the lot, malaria too, heptitis and leeches, but it’s been worth it, at least, no bedbugs!

Sunset, Bersaki, Bali. Pitched for the night before the dogs discovered me and I had to move.

“I have booked many speakers over the years but there is simply nobody else out there like Hektor: he fizzes with energy, and is full of inspirational ideas. His photos are stunning….. He is a one-off wonder.”

Andrew Grimshaw, Bedford School

I’ve spent thousands of nights camped alone all over the World in jungles, deserts, mountains, and urban hellholes. I’ve tickled trout for my supper on Hampshire chalk streams and been towed backwards for hours by a monster hammerhead in the Gulf Stream during my winters as a sport fishing mate in the Florida Keys.

Ripping yarns indeed, with photos to prove it. An exhilarating roller coaster of adventure delivered with breathless enthusiasm and joie de vivre.

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