Latest dispatch — Feb 2026
How we found the hot river
Three scouting trips, two wrong valleys, and one farmer who finally pointed up the hill and said ‘there, but not on Saturdays’.
Reykjadalur, Iceland
Dispatches & postcards
Field notes
What we write down while scouting, and what our travellers send back afterwards. Mostly unedited.
- Higashiyama, Kyoto
Ten dinners, one table
Why we stopped booking restaurants in Kyoto and started asking people if we could cook with them instead.
- Southern Serengeti
The slowest safari
We cut the driving in half and sightings went up. Notes from a season of sitting still by a kopje.
- Lares, Peru
Walking the roads the trail forgot
The Inca built twenty-five thousand miles of road. Everyone walks the same forty-three. We went looking for the rest.
(05)Field notes
Postcards from people who came back (mostly).
OscarPost
“We ate dinner in a stranger's kitchen in Kyoto and left as cousins.”
OscarPost
“Nobody told me silence could be this loud. The canyon at 5am. Unreal.”
OscarPost
“Eight of us, one minibus, zero itinerary anxiety. I'd go again tomorrow.”
OscarPost
“Oscar's people know the guy who knows the guy. Every single time.”
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(06)The whole pile
8 postcards, no stamps.
“We ate dinner in a stranger's kitchen in Kyoto and left as cousins.”
“Nobody told me silence could be this loud. The canyon at 5am. Unreal.”
“Eight of us, one minibus, zero itinerary anxiety. I'd go again tomorrow.”
“Oscar's people know the guy who knows the guy. Every single time.”
“I came for the glacier and stayed up every night for the sky. Sigrún never once missed a knock.”
“A kayak, a lagoon, and nobody else for an hour. I didn't know places like that still existed.”
“Rosa's kitchen is the best restaurant in Peru and it isn't a restaurant.”
“We didn't drive much. We sat. The lions came to us. Exactly as promised.”