Travel content with the filter off. The delays, the dodgy hostels, the bits nobody posts. Written like a postcard home, because that's exactly what it is.
Alright. So I've left. Not forever, probably. I'm writing everything down properly — the good bits, the disasters character-building bits, all of it. If you want the honest version instead of the grid version, stick your name on the other side of this card and I'll write to you.
— K xEverything I make gets filed under one of these. No fourth category. If it doesn't fit, it didn't happen.
Long-form video diaries from wherever I've ended up. Filmed on whatever charge my phone had left. Feelings included whether you asked or not.
Daily-ish stories and reels. The queue content. The "why is this train station like this" content. Short, sharp, occasionally unhinged.
A monthly letter to your inbox. One trip, one photo, one thing that went wrong, one thing I'd do again. Written like I'm texting my mum.
Every place that's had me lately. Scroll down and watch border control do its thing.
(no visa issues yet, touch wood)
Twenty. South London. Currently elsewhere. I started filming trips because my mates stopped replying to my voice notes, and it turns out strangers on the internet are a much better audience.
I don't do "hidden gems" or sunrise yoga on a cliff. I do honest dispatches: what it actually cost, what actually went wrong, and whether it was actually worth it. Warm underneath, but you'll have to dig a bit.
Well — an email. But written like a postcard, and shorter than everyone else's newsletter. One a month, give or take a delayed flight.
One trip. One photo. One thing that went wrong. One thing I'd do again. No "10 tips" filler, no affiliate carpet-bombing. Unsubscribe whenever — no guilt trip, I've had enough of those at actual airports.
first one's the best one, obviously x