Vagabonding starts now. Even if the practical reality of travel is still months or years away, vagabonding begins the moment you stop making excuses, start saving money, and begin to look at maps with the narcotic tingle of possibility.
Rolf Potts, Vagabonding: An Uncommon Guide to the Art of Long-Term World Travel
The Coast of the Gods in still shots: the cliff at Riaci, the cove of Zambrone from above, evening at Ricadi and the sunset behind Santa Maria dell'Isola in Tropea.
Santiago with Ariel, Algarrobo on the Pacific with Trini, Fede and Gabri, then across the Andes by car to Mendoza, Córdoba, Buenos Aires and San Bernardo del Tuyú.
With Zhi, my childhood friend: Shanghai with the New Year lanterns still lit, Nanjing and the Usnisha Palace, then the train to Putian, his hometown, in Fujian.
Morocco's oldest medina: wooden doors, tanneries, copper beaten by hand, bread carried on little girls' heads and the traffic racing outside the walls.
In 2019 I set off from the Principality of Monaco with Tiziano to cross Europe by hitchhiking, sleeping in a tent and on strangers' sofas. How it really went, with the numbers.
