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Jonah Reyes

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Writes Signal from wherever he was last Thursday. Eleven years, sixty countries, one forty-litre bag.

Issue 41: Lisbon, in October

The tourists have gone home, the light has gone gold, and the 28 tram is finally worth the wait...

Skip the famous side for a day. The east bank has the temples, the leaves, and nobody in front of them...

Black sand, a mountain that looks drawn, and weather that changes its mind every twenty minutes...

A city that does not care whether you like it, which is exactly why you will...

Five days hut to hut, no tent, no car, and the best bread of my life at 2,300 metres. Mei walked it with me...

The city changes hands at sunset. Where to be when it does, and what to eat standing up...

Positano in April, before the boats, when the stairs are yours and the lemons are on the trees...

Four hours of daylight, a castle on a rock, and pubs that were built for exactly this weather...

The city is flat, the lanes are wide, and nobody wears a helmet or a hurry...

The west coast has the coves, the winds and none of the yachts. A week with a small car and no plan...

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