In early March 2016, I found myself in a deserted train station in Spain. At my feet lay my bike, wrapped in industrial size bin bags. Next to it, my four panniers rested in a line ready to be mounted on the racks. I stood, alone, in front of them, the reality of my journey slowly sinking in. Eventually I hooked the panniers to their rightful place. I got on the bike and pedalled away.
Passage is the story of that journey.
A story in sounds, words, and photos. A story that has just began to be told.