Jun 28
Lisbon
Portugal
{ 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.
The last five stops, most recent first.
Jun 15
Kyoto
Japan
May 30
Fes
Morocco
May 12
São Miguel
Azores
Apr 26
Imlil
Morocco
Nine countries logged
41 entries
Recent days.
Forty-one entries and counting. The old ones stay up, typos and all.
Three days along the Portuguese coast
The cut runs six minutes. It took four days of tram rides to find them. → 040What I learned queuing for breakfast
Three mornings, same bakery, and the only Japanese I actually retained. → 039Getting lost in the medina, on purpose
Every direction I was given turned out to be right, eventually. → 038Two days without a phone signal
What happens to a shooting plan when nothing can interrupt it. →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.