Looking Down

Before I could reach the ocean paradises of Bali and the Gilis, I wanted to spend a morning with Bromo. Gunung Bromo in Indonesian, it is part of the Tengger massif. Tenggerese people consider the volcano a significant one, and once a year offer vegetables, fruit, flowers, rice, and animal sacrifices to the Hindu gods, climbing the volcano and throwing them into the caldera. I wouldn’t climb Bromo, but I would climb Mount Penanjaken in order to watch the sun rise over the massif.

Without looking for it, we found blue everywhere in Cartagena – in the walls, the skies, the seas, in the beaded necklaces and the words of poets. But far from melancholy, it was electric. It was, like everything else in Colombia, full of passion, full of vigour and joy.

Koh Phi Phi, Thailand I find myself constantly lost in thought when I travel, spending hours staring at sparkling blue seas or at suns making their way from high noon to dusk.…

Incheon Airport, South Korea I almost never get jet-lag or other travelling-induced ailments, but goddamn do I have the post-vacation blues. I’m pretty sure my only cure is more travel.

Bucharest, Romania Himeji, Japan Detroit Lakes, America Istanbul, Turkey Paris, France It’s like I live with perpetually itchy feet.

Sapi, Malaysia These sticky Osaka days are making me crave turquoise waters, sand between my toes, long boat rides, and the best breakfasts I’ve ever had.