Foreword

See the world - Practice the art of living.

Lost Traditions is a collection of reflections from the road—an ongoing search for what still remains in a world that is quickly forgetting.

Travel, at its core, became a love affair with the details: cultures, histories, music, food, and the quiet persistence of traditions still being lived. The common threads—skills passed down, strong communities, honest work, well-made things, and knowledge earned over time—are what connect people across borders.

Teotihuacan Mexico

Certain places called me back, especially across Latin America. There’s a depth there—colour, hardship, family, and history layered from sea to mountain to jungle. The presence of ancient civilisations—the Maya, Aztec, Olmec, Inca—still lives on, not in museums, but in people, in language, in daily life.

What began as travel gradually became a way of living. Time on the road introduced me to others doing the same, which opened the door to something deeper—staying with locals, sharing their routines, and experiencing life as it’s actually lived. Not observed, but felt.

My Colombian family having fun - In Rovira Torlima

It was in the ordinary moments—sitting with families, listening to music, eating simple food, taking long bus journeys, visiting local schools—that something shifted. Life slowed down. It became more tangible.

The curiosity to explore was always there. It’s hard to trace its origin—perhaps shaped by old black-and-white films, documentaries, and the quiet pull of adventure. The idea of the “real world” was never found in schedules or systems, but somewhere further out—camping, moving, discovering, seeing things for the first time.

Fiesta - Bank holiday at the river cooking chicken soup Colombian style

What followed was a gradual realisation: there are ways of living that still exist beyond the Western pace—where time is shared, meals matter, and presence is valued. Where having less doesn’t mean lacking, and where connection carries more weight than convenience.

The longer I stayed away, the more it felt like home.

This is a reminder of that possibility.

To go. To see. To experience something real.

Because the opportunity exists—and that alone is reason enough.

Why have the time and never use it?

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