Wayfarers, eavesdroppers, and lifelong students of the long way round.
We are two restless itinerants who never quite unpack — and we have made a small life out of the space between arriving and leaving.
It began the way most of these things do: a cheap flight, a borrowed guidebook, and the slow realisation that the best parts of a trip were never the ones we had planned. The wrong train. The market that wasn’t in any list. The hour we spent waiting out the rain under someone’s awning, learning more about a place than a week of itineraries could teach.
So we started writing it down — first for ourselves, then for the handful of friends who kept asking where to eat and how we’d found it. Sojourn in XYZ is what that habit became: a travelogue of slow mornings and long detours, kept honestly and without much polish, by people who would rather miss the famous view than rush the quiet one.
How we travelOne of us keeps a flexible schedule and a heavier camera; the other chases timetables across continents and hoards ferry stubs. Between us we have learned to leave room in the day for nothing in particular, because that is usually where the trip actually happens.
We pay our own way, book our own rooms, and tell you when something wasn’t worth it. No sponsored enthusiasm, no breathless superlatives — just field notes from the road and the occasional hard-won travel hack we wish someone had handed us first.
Find us out there
We’re easiest to find in the usual places — wander over and say hello.
hello@sojournin.xyz