Slowly and Loudly

see the open mouth of my suitcase saying, “leave this place”

– Dave Pirner, ‘Without A Trace’

This is a totally honest travel blog. No shiny influencing*, no genAI, just a guy seeing the world a day at a time and trying to make sense of it all. There will be cynicism, sarcasm, attempts at understanding, and occasional white male English-speaking privilege, though hopefully noted at the time. I do try not to be that arsehole.

These posts are generally written in situ, which might be in a broken-down boat, a poorly maintained car, or during a poorly maintained hangover, with little post-production cleanup, so there will be typos.

See the tag cloud below for an idea of what I do and see on my travels, and what I remember enough of to write about during and after.

If you read this and like it, that’s swell.

*If you read any of these posts and then decide you’d like to shower me in thousands of dollars to go somewhere and write about it just like I do about anywhere, I’m happy to talk.

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