Kohsuke Kawaguchi

Five days, 600 km, and an old friend for company. I knew little about the places ahead, but I trusted that if we kept pedaling, we would find something worth...

The world is so wide, yet two empty hours leave me feeling hemmed in. What had I been searching for, pedaling so far each day?

Watching someone work surrounded by the things he loves makes me happy, too. It seems beautiful scenery and good food were not the only things I had been looking for...

Is the salmon I see in the supermarket really the same as the salmon I encounter in this town? Behind an everyday food lie lives I had known nothing about....

Perhaps a traveler told to come back someday has something to give in return. A few words exchanged in an unfamiliar town can change the meaning of a place I...

My friend was not the only one looking unruffled. What makes me anxious, and what do I find beautiful in the way others act? The things I notice on a...

I have not even climbed onto my bike, yet I have already spent days traveling. From the contours of a map to the textiles of snow country, every discovery leads...

As I ramp up on Italian history in preparation for a trip, I stumbled upon the bizarre, fateful story of two men who made the unified Italian state a reality...

Last winter, I visited the Tamiya show room in Tokyo with a high school friend. Inside, Honda’s historic first F1 machine was on display. My friend, a lifelong racing enthusiast,...

The final pass ended, the borrowed lives folded away, and the unread pages of France began to feel larger than the ones I had opened.

Race cars, Roman stones, Leonardo's layers, and Bordeaux wine made time stretch from 200 years to 2000 and then far beyond.

A leek at the register, closed Sunday shops, missing kitchen tools, and one apple turnover became lessons in being foreign.