Journeys · The winter issue
Three days, two trains and one bus across the north, taken slowly on purpose.
Words and photographs by Maren Holt · 9 min read
Part two
The bus stops wherever someone waves. Between villages the road climbs into light so clear the hills look close enough to touch.
“Nobody here is in a hurry, so after a while, neither are you.”
Part three
Tea on the balcony, the red roofs of the old town below, and the slow surprise of being back where you started.
Read the journey
I.The 21:40 north, somewhere after the river

II.Above the valley, the morning of day two

III.Home, over the roofs of the old town