A little knowledge
What do you learn about yourself and others while travelling? Some cities are better for living in than visiting, and some lose their shine when you spend a lot of time with them. Los...
Category: Airport Chronicles
Thirty flights in 33 days. What was I thinking? This is the adventure that inspired the blog.
Dublin: Home
I love Dublin for many reasons, but one that gets a lot of screen time is the climate. I love the rain and the dark, and the gleeful efforts Dublin puts forth to test...
Maryland: Sheep, Wool, and Mead
If I had a fiver for every time someone said “I was a great knitter,” during my two-year stint working in a wool shop, I would not have needed to keep working in a...
San Francisco: An Epistle
Dear San Francisco, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I went to Seattle and said it was just as good as you but without the price tag. I’m sorry I was seduced by...
Connections: Houston
“People in IAH are rude today. Passengers, anyway.” Travel journal, 11 April 2014 After my ill-fated attempts to transfer through sexy airports like SFO and JFK, I quickly realised that the road less travelled...
Los Angeles: Briefly Motionless
After the friendliness of the Pacific Northwest, LA’s carefully coiffed standoffishness is jarring. I hate this city. What am I doing here? Travel journal, 28 April 2014 After nearly a month of navigating the...
On flexibility and the potential for delight
The forced flexibility of standby flight awakens you to unexpected discovery and delight, if you allow yourself to open to them. You don’t know if you’re going to get onto a flight, in many...
Portland: Echoes of the familiar
“This is because I didn’t sit before leaving my sister’s flat…” — Travel journal, 26 April 2014 Although no one I know lived in Portland when I visited, almost everyone had an opinion on...
On Coffee II
I’ve travelled America across both time and space. The way you can tell the difference between the two modes of transportation is that things change quite a lot for one and not at all...
Seattle: Quietly Superlative
Seattle is everything I love about San Francisco at a fraction of the price and without a hint of smugness. from my travel journal After nearly three weeks of travel through north America, Seattle...
