The night train to Vienna
Fourteen hours, one couchette, a paper bag of pastries and the slow pleasure of waking up in another country.
A slow travel journal
Notes from the slow way between places.
Night trains, mountain huts, foggy islands and morning markets. A journal for people who would rather arrive late and see more.
Seven days of fog in the Faroe Islands
The weather forecast said "fog" every day. It was right every day, and it was still one of the best weeks of the year.
Market mornings in Oaxaca
Hot chocolate, smoke from the grills and the long, happy confusion of trying to eat everything in one market before noon.
Hut to hut across the Dolomites
Five days of pale limestone towers, mountain huts with very good soup, and learning to love the sound of my own boots.