Welcome to Passepartout Travel – and thanks for stopping by!
This blog was born out of a love of discovery and the enjoyment of the art of movement from A to B. About finding poetry in the prosaic places of travel: the bench in the train station, the airport arrivals sign, the passport. Travelling has long ceased to be the exclusive, moneyed and solely glamorous pursuit of the past, and yet a whiff of such glamour still remains today, like ghosts of journeys past.
On our journeys we need to find places to nourish the body and the soul, to inspire us, to move and transport us, places to quench our thirst, soothe our minds and rest our bodies. Passepartout Travel provides a traveler’s insight into some of the best around the world, as well as news from the travel industry, an insight into the traveling habits of glamorous experts and the best books to travel with from the comfort of your couch.
My name is Sarah Matthews-Laurence and I live in Cape Town (having recently moved home after a few years of traveling and living abroad) with the best husband in the world, the kind, gorgeous, funny and altogether wonderful Craig and a sweet and quirky rescue dog with more love than baggage called Khaya (which means home in isiXhosa). I am a high school English teacher with a passion for South African education and development, a lifestyle and travel journalist and an English Studies Masters student. I enjoy Muay Thai and Mixed Martial Arts, the black sense of humor of my family, delicious food, my summer garden, jasmine tea, modern literature, classic cocktails and jazz on a Sunday morning (among other assorted things).
I would love to hear from you! Please send a mail to selaurence (at) gmail (dot) com.
Please bear in mind that the images on this blog are taken by me (or else scrupulously credited) and while you are welcome to link to them, please credit my source.
If we find poetry in the service station and motel, if we are drawn to the airport or train carriage, it is perhaps because, in spite of their architectural compromises and discomforts, in spite of their garish colours and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits and confinement of the ordinary, rooted world.
― Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel