Travel

I travel solo. Always have. Hostels, night trains, cheap flights. No beach clubs or spas, just a rucksack and whatever’s next.

Sometimes I’m working as I go. Sometimes I’m just trying to clear my head. I’ve slept in airports, on streets, and shared bunk beds with strangers I still keep in touch with.

This is where I’ll share some of those trips. The good ones, the grim ones, the places worth going back to, and the ones I wouldn’t.