The "Pacific Solo" journey has concluded, making way for an exciting new chapter: The Longevity Project with the Never Too Late Academy. I will feature field ...

Pacific Solo is gone. Long live Japan Solo! After seven years and nearly 400 videos, Pacific Solo comes to an end. What began as a journey by boat became ...

I’ve just left the remote island village of 29 people in southern Japan, where my boat is moored, and arrived in Tokyo for a conference on aging and ...

I’m back on the mainland after months on a quiet island in southern Japan. Rush hour. Trains arriving. A different rhythm of life. Yet at sunset, something ...

I’m flying to the mainland for a conference on aging with the International Academic Forum But when I return to Amami, something special is happening. A ...

This morning I leave Wahine, my boat in Buren Bay on Amami Ōshima, for a few weeks. The next month will take me to an international aging and gerontology ...

A few minutes ago I heard singing drifting through this tiny village of twenty-nine people. Then a small truck appeared selling roasted sweet potatoes — a ...

A calm morning in Amami. When the Bay goes still, things appear twice. Above and below. Sometimes a familiar place looks different when you pause long ...

Waiting day in Amami. The wind is too strong to paddle out to my boat, Wahine, anchored in the bay — so I wait. At the same time, far away in London, my ...

From a distance, Japan looks uniform. On the ground, it fragments. A fishing village in Okinawa doesn’t move like Osaka. A mountain town in Nagano doesn’t ...

After years of travelling slowly across Japan — by sailboat, train, and on foot — I realised something unexpected: The hardest lessons weren’t about learning ...

In cities, time often feels segmented. In the countryside, it feels cyclical. Quarters versus seasons. Spending time in both makes you notice how differently ...

Tankan are in season here in this remote Island, a designated World Heritage Site. A woman came by the boat, leaving me with two bags full. No transaction. ...

Out in the middle of the bay, the boat rises and falls without much effort. Tied to the wall, I adjust the lines throughout the day. The tide is the same. ...

I moved the boat today. The water was mirror smooth. Mountains resting in their own reflections. For an hour it felt like I wasn’t moving at all. Sometimes ...

I’ve been provisioning the boat. Somewhere between oranges and bleach, I managed to fall. Nothing to dramatic — just a swollen elbow and a reminder. ...

Still on land tonight at Mitsu`s house. He allows me to use his guest room as a wrirting room and storage The boat is close. The weather decides the timing. ...

Back in Buren Bay. I haven’t stepped aboard yet. I’m just looking. Belonging doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it’s already there. Field notes from ...

Back on Amami — but not back on the boat. In places like this, the weather decides the pace. Slow travel isn’t just about moving slowly. Sometimes it’s about ...

This leg of the journey was meant to be by sea. A storm changed that. The logistics shifted — the question behind the journey didn’t. Field notes from the ...

Osaka moves fast and full of energy. In a few hours, I’ll be heading south — toward a different sense of time. Both are Japan. That difference shapes how ...

A few final days in Japan before an early flight south. This short video captures some familiar New Year sights: Mount Fuji from the train, the Sumida River ...

I’ve been away from the boat for five weeks over the holiday season, and before heading back to life afloat, I made a small pilgrimage into the Japanese Alps. ...

July began with a scare caused by a Manga Prediction and an unprecedented earthquake swarm near by. but what followed was deeper—a quiet goodbye. In this ...