I have never been particularly interested in travelling as a competition to see how many countries can be crossed off a list.
What usually stays with me is something much smaller: the street I ended up on by accident, a conversation I was not expecting, a restaurant I chose because everywhere else was full, a train journey, a museum, a neighbourhood or the moment a place stopped feeling like a collection of sights and began to make some kind of sense.
This section brings together those stories. Some are practical, some are personal, and some probably contain far more detail about food, architecture or public transport than any sensible travel guide would consider necessary.
I like knowing how places work, what people eat, what they listen to, how they spend their evenings and what changes once you move away from the obvious landmarks.
There will be recommendations along the way, of course. But mostly, these are stories about what it actually felt like to be there.
