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...
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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...
On Coffee I
For a country that allegedly runs on coffee, it is surprisingly difficult to get a good cup of it in the US. It’s ludicrously easy to get coffee, as long as you’re not picky,...
Providence: It’s not Boston
Why Providence? Well…why not? Rhode Island is the smallest US state, and not the sort of place you find yourself by accident. It’s where all those Cthulu stories come from, as Lovecraft apparently went...
The post-trip blogs
How do you summarize a month flying to and fro across a continent? I’m writing at 32,000 feet from a spacious economy seat, having finally managed to nonverbally convince the person in the middle...
