Quixoticguide

If you’ve ever been confused by the Republic of the Congo and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, you’re not alone. Two neighboring countries, almost the same name, even capitals facing each other across a river—it feels like history played a prank. But there’s a good reason both countries kept the name Congo, and it has far deeper roots than modern…

Some of the most meaningful journeys don’t begin with a plan, an itinerary, or even curiosity. They begin with restlessness — the quiet kind. The kind that doesn’t demand escape, only motion. We rarely talk about that version of travel. The Pressure to Justify Motion Modern travel is obsessed with explanation.Why this place?Why now?What’s the…

Maarten’s Note I’ve crossed many borders where flags were treated as unquestionable facts—stitched onto uniforms, printed on documents, fixed above checkpoints. Traveling long enough teaches you something else: identity is rarely that stable. It shifts, overlaps, and sometimes contradicts itself. When I first encountered Marc Napier’s net.flag, it felt less like digital art and more…

An atlas is supposed to explain the world.Borders, scales, legends. Certainty. The Coincidence Atlas does the opposite. It maps what cannot be planned. This atlas is not organized by country or capital, but by moments of alignment: places entered by accident, meetings that should not statistically exist, cities that appeared briefly and then rearranged your…

Travel teaches you quickly that dates are never neutral. We mark them on calendars, book flights around them, and photograph their parades and fireworks as if they were natural phenomena — like monsoons or cherry blossom season. But public holidays are not weather. They are decisions. They are curated memories, pinned down and repeated until…

A QuixoticGuide food travel essay There are foods you eat, and foods you travel for. French fries—frites, if you know where you are—belong firmly to the second category. I’ve eaten them on plastic forks beside canals, from paper cones stained translucent with beef fat, and late at night when the city has stopped pretending it’s…