Lines On a Map

Recently, I wrote an emotive Substack note about this journey, and the algorithm has since driven almost 200 new readers in my direction.

So, if you’re new here, I’m giving you a chance to catch up on a few adventures, before I share the next one with you!

Pressing STOP on my Wahoo confirms another contribution to my digital trail across Europe, a slinking line of files that started in Belgium and has now reached Bosnia. Moments later and the evidence is uploaded online, an invitation for those following me in the Transcontinental Race to congratulate the conclusion of another day. But the day is far from…

I spend too much time in busier places, thinking that I am one amongst tens of thousands; listening to the same thirty-four song playlist, dispensing bits of rubbish here and there, brushing past shoulders as if I’m invisible.

Within a week of landing in Sydney, last November, I visited Bondi Beach. Two hours there was enough to know that I would never connect with it as a place. Reliably beautiful weather and early-riser culture had turned the crowds into a caricature of self-obsession. The widespread use of botox and the sinewy compositions made those striving for the perfe…