The night was wet. Properly wet. Rain and thunderstorms swept over the meadow by the motorway, behind the strip of forest and the railway tracks. Cars hissed past in the dark, wind shook the tent, and sleep came in fragments. Still, by morning the sky had cleared to an improbable blue. Sunlight hit the fabric, steam rose gently, and the …
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October 3rd began with wind. Proper wind. Stormy gusts that stayed with us all day, pushing grey clouds across the sky at speed. Eighteen degrees at best. Summer was officially no longer interested. We left Millau and pointed the car north, grateful that the motorway in this sparsely populated stretch was free, at least until somewhere around Clermont. A small …
Continue ReadingThe plan was to reach the sea one more time. At least in theory. First, we said goodbye to Moritz, the dog, who in the morning had very clear ideas about how the day should start. Mainly with throwing pinecones. Repeatedly. We complied, then left him behind and rolled down the valley, passing through small, friendly towns, steadily descending, steadily …
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The sun reappeared, conveniently just as we crossed back into France. An interesting coincidence. At nearly 2,000 meters altitude, light broke through above the mountains, and then we began dropping fast. The road carried us downhill through grey, seemingly abandoned villages clinging to the slopes, steadily toward the valley. It was immediately warmer than Andorra, brighter too, and somehow more …
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The night in the vineyard was short. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because the wine harvest waits for no one. At five in the morning, enormous machines began moving through the rows, efficient and indifferent, harvesting grapes in the dark with industrial calm. Somewhere between sleep and waking, it became clear that staying was no longer part of the …
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We started again in Chamonix, which felt less like a beginning and more like a reluctant release. Mountains don’t really say goodbye; they just allow you to leave. Heading south, we stocked up on cheese – serious cheese, the kind that already smells like commitment – and merged onto the motorway with the quiet confidence of people who know they …
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Back in 2013 we set off on a road trip that would take us from Berlin all the way down to Spain. I was travelling with my former girlfriend Susan, and as with most good road trips, the real journey started long before the destination ever came into view. Leaving Berlin meant hours of asphalt, changing landscapes and that quiet …
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Sunrise and sunsets are probably the best-est of times to explore Hampi. It looks like a veritable lost world and…
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