Jun 28
Lisbon
Three days along the coast. Too many pastries.
{ Dispatch 41. }
Days on the road, in order.
Slow travel, filmed where I can and written down where I can't. Nine countries so far, one entry at a time, no itinerary further out than a week.
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Currently · Singapore · 1.35°N, 103.82°E
I travel slow, film what I can, and write the rest down.
Est. 2023
Based in Singapore
Written on trains, mostly
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How a day becomes an entry.
Four things happen on every stop, in roughly this order. The writing is always last, and always late.
{ Hour 01. }#. 01
Arrive with nothing booked
A bed for two nights and no plan past breakfast. Everything good on this site happened in the gap after that.
{ Day 01–02. }#. 02
Walk until the map stops helping
Same route three mornings running. You start noticing which bakery opens first and who queues where.
{ Day 02–04. }#. 03
Eat the thing twice
Once to try it, once to be sure. Most of the camera roll is food and nobody has complained yet.
{ Later. }#. 04
Write it on the way out
Trains, airports, the night bus. Distance makes it clearer what actually mattered that week.
The route so far.
Five recent stops, most recent first. Every one of them has an entry behind it.
Jun 15
Kyoto
Bamboo, mist, and the quietest streets I've walked.
May 30
Fes
Lost in the medina on purpose, for four days.
May 12
São Miguel
Volcanic lakes and no phone signal at all.
Apr 26
Imlil
Walked up, slept badly, watched the sun hit the Atlas.
Nine countries logged
41 entries
Latest film.
Shot on one lens, cut on a laptop in a hostel kitchen. New one whenever there's enough footage worth keeping.
{ Film 14. }
Three days along the Portuguese coast
A slow evening, a camera, and too many pastries. Half of this is just the tram and a bag of custard tarts going cold on my lap.
Watch the film →Recent days.
Forty-one entries and counting. The old ones stay up, typos and all.
Three days along the Portuguese coast
A slow evening, a camera, and too many pastries. → 040Slow mornings in Arashiyama
Bamboo, mist, and the quietest streets I've walked. → 039Getting lost in the medina, on purpose
No map held up longer than twenty minutes. Turned out fine. → 038Volcanic lakes and bad phone signal
Two days off-grid, which was the entire point. →Lines I kept from the notebook.
Scraps that didn't make it into an entry but were too good to lose.
The tram driver waved at the same three people every morning. By Thursday he waved at me.
Fog so thick in the bamboo that the path ahead just stopped existing. Nobody spoke.
Asked for directions four times and got four answers. All of them were right eventually.
Follow the days, as they happen.
One note per trip. No schedule, no sponsors, no unsubscribe guilt.