#slow travel

[theslowtravel]

Last glimpse of NZ

[frame-narrative]

[nomadsoftheworldunited]

Somewhere in Chicago

[ikuspace]

Interior fragment of traditional Hutsul house.

Hutsuls are people that populate a part of Ukrainian Carpathian Mountains. This group of highlanders are known for their deep rooted traditions and for their crafts like wood carving, ceramics, carpet viewing etc. The folk aesthetics and traditional patterns of Hutsul people are the important part of local cultural code.

Location: Yaremche resort

Photo by Ihor Kuternoha

[justalittlesolarpunk]

I really hope I get to live an unconventional life. I hope I get to live in cohousing communities and travel vast distances by sea. I hope I find work that gives my life meaning and purpose but doesn’t consume all my time or define my selfhood. I hope I can create family in all different ways, not just with a partner and children (though I would like those too!). I hope I make such a difference that everyone who meets me is better off because of it. I hope I run through forests and lie in the grass. I hope I am so unapologetically queer and neurodivergent that nobody could ever feel ashamed of themselves when I’m with them. I hope I manage to step outside of systems that cause harm without losing my sense of solidarity for those who can’t or who are most impacted by them. I hope I never lose my sense of justice. Maybe lots of these things won’t work out - pressures of money, time, crisis and commitments to other people might prevent some or all of them. But I hope I try my absolute damnedest at them before I give up.

[andrewdi8]

Why I love traveling by train 🚂🚃

There's something magical about train journeys that never fades for me, whether it's a high-speed express or a nigh train.

Sitting by the window with a cup of hot tea, music playing softly in my ears and watching as the landscape changes outside is pure bliss. The rhythmic motion of the train and the soothing sounds of the tracks always full me into a peaceful state. At night, the gentle swaying of the train rocks me to sleep like nothing else can.

When the train makes a long stop, I love stepping outside a breath of fresh air and standing on solid ground for a moment it's a refreshing pause in the journey.

Train rides often come with interesting encounters. Sometimes I meet wonderful fellow passengers who add warmth to the trip. Other times, there are less pleasant neighbors.

For me, trains bring back the simple joys of childhood watching the scenery race by, feeling the excitement of a journey and cherishing the small yet beautiful moments on the tracks.

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[acuariano70]

[mathipsychic]

Pulga fairy forest

Parvati valley, Kasol

Himachal pradesh 2022

[the-wonderlanders]

[autotrails]

American Auto Trail-Hammond New Orleans Highway (Ponchatoula to LaPlace LA)

American Auto Trail-Hammond New Orleans Highway (Ponchatoula to LaPlace LA) https://youtu.be/A--LoIyH9Bc This American auto trail retraces the route of the Hammond-New Orleans Highway, beginning just south of Ponchatoula and ending at LaPlace, Louisiana.

[gagirlleaving]

Life Was Simpler In 1970

I was a kid. Dad got an apartment in Atlanta because he got a job there with the phone company. Everyone thought he was a nice fella.

Yeah, right. He also was abusive and my mother tried to cope. This particular year, we were on the way back home from Dad's apartment.

This photograph kind of symbolizes my life. Trying to merge onto a freeway with a very short on-ramp.

Looks kind of peaceful. Mama had just gotten me a Kodak Instamatic camera and traffic was exciting to me. This is my only photo from that trip.

I have generic memories of our trips to Atlanta. We took MARTA, which was fun. Got things we couldn't get in our rural town. Mama and I loved the excitement of the city, and Dad's apartment gave us a new home base for exploration.

Mama talked about taking trains to Atlanta from her rural town. Later, Mama and Dad lived there.

When life is hard, as it was with Dad's constant put downs and worse, you learn to appreciate the good things in life. Even a car trip in stop-and-start traffic, which Mama hated. That's why we took MARTA, besides Mama wanting me to learn practical skills with transit.

I think we were so close because of Dad's abuse. We were both female, and cooperated to cope.

My life is like this picture. It only looks peaceful, in the way a duck looks that way while paddling hard beneath the surface. Every merge on this interstate brought danger. Stop-and-start traffic was very hard on Mama and painful because she had a bad back.

But, like Mama, I keep going and smile while I am doing it.

Life was simpler then because prices were cheap. There were always things we couldn't afford, but Mama had a great sense of humor. I miss her a lot.

In 1970 we were complaining about Richard Nixon and Watergate. Women were fighting for equal pay for equal work. I was slowly gaining understanding of just how hard it was to make ends meet.

Now, with rents out of sight and food prices soaring, things promise to be worse in 2025.

So, my grown daughter and I are planning our move to Mexico.

Without a visa, we may be able to stay for 6 months, come back to the US, and go back to Mexico where we start our 6 month stay again.

I'm a packrat, so we'll have to go through our 3 bedrooms filled with boxes and have an estate sale.

My daughter will have to sell her house. This is a great disappointment for her. We thought this move would be our last. But, we had high hopes, didn't we?

But, Corene can go back to school. That's a plus. This will be like a long study abroad program. We are both studying Spanish. Corene is very smart, and I have better hopes for her future now that we made this decision.

At this point, we're waiting to hear back from the realtor. This will determine the timing of this move, because the house must sell first, and we want to get maximum money for it.

I'm posting under a pseudonym because I don't want our relatives to know. Not yet.

This account will be a diary of our research, and our thoughts, and how we plan to accomplish The Big Adventure.

[theslowtravel]

Cornwall Park / Cow Content

[frame-narrative]

[longreads]

Fast Times On America’s Slowest Train 

“Nobody yelled at me for bringing my own water. And while the roomette was indeed small, I was allowed to walk freely about the length of this wondrous machine and escape every so often to breathe in new air from some new town, while discussing my grandmother’s burial place with a Viking. They even let us bring a case of beer and three bottles of wine. Try that on United.”

All aboard for a slow, fun, and boozy journey with Harrison Scott Key as he celebrates Amtrak. A new Longreads essay available to read now! 

[stilltravels]

Tuscany ❤️ happy

[justalittlesolarpunk]

Some details from the zine I made on my sailing artists’ residency. I’m a poet not a visual artist so please don’t judge the very homemade vibes haha. I really enjoyed the whole experience, and will share some photos soon!