Amsterdam — Somehow I’ve found myself in a room bustling with all the languages of Europe—they’re mixing out in the dusty air around me; Dutch and German, Greek and French, others are arguing in Romanian (or perhaps Italian) whilst they nudge past their elderly counterparts, tourists speaking English. Although they all share their incompatible language with a neighbour, everyone around me can somehow communic...
Cat hai district — Hạ Long Bay trip day 1 Saturday morning early wake up to be picked up at 7:30 and drive all the way to Hạ Long Bay across the murky, gray, drizzly north of Vietnam. We make a rest stop at a ‘stop ove...
Hanoi — It’s nearly three in the morning in Hanoi, and I’ve awoken not from the random calls on the street below, or the occasional strange noise coming from the toilet in my bathroom, but the thoughts in my ...
The Great Unbundling
Norway Travels Pt. 3
Acts of translation: Mythic echoes on the Cornwall coast
This could easily be the most beautiful place on earth I have ever seen!
When I land in a city I love, I feel nervous.
The motionless trip
Spending the morning reflecting and recording memories
Togo's beach is clean
You never really know with cities. They’re like people, and you don’t always hit it off.
They never stop spinning
From Fazana to Brijuni Island (Croatia)
Tuesday, we leave - the Pasha salutes us from his window.
Left Alexandria on Sunday, 18th, at a quarter past seven in the morning.
Thursday morning superb weather ; everyone is gay, we are about to land.