Samuel J Fletcher

Afford me a moment to muse. To write some shite about the essence of ‘elsewhere’. And by 'write' I mean rewrite, of course, as anything I scribble about travel, roaming, meandering, and mooching I do so inadequately perched on the shoulders of minds immemorial… Including Teju Cole. I hadn’t heard of him either until a few years back, when I picked up a collection of essays – Known and Strange Things – from a nook of some obscure bookshop in Cusco. One piece sees Cole rumina

São Paulo… …is gritty. Like, very gritty. Certain areas are especially equipped with grit. Sé, for example. Sé is a central borough of...

The journey from Patagonia to the Ibera Wetlands was precisely what you’d envisage: long, arduous, and entirely awesome. From a...

It begins with a conversation. The clocks tick to 2am at the check-in desk. ‘Your seats are in the emergency exit row. Do you have any...