Searching to the ends of the earth for the next compelling story, my life has been consumed by travel. While researching and writing articles for some of the world’s largest publications, I’ve visited 145 countries on all seven continents, plus all 50 U.S. states, all ten provinces and three territories in Canada, and all of the states in Australia.
Globetrotting for a living has provided some amazing adventures. I’ve enjoyed literally dozens of safari trips in Africa and India. I’ve taken 35 cruises, from small wooden-ship voyages in the Aegean and private-yacht trips in the waters of Southeast Asia, to trans-oceanic crossings, across the Pacific, Atlantic, and beyond. I have explored the polar regions, three times to Antarctica, many trips to the High Arctic. And much more, amidst a schedule of hundreds of days of travel every year. All the while writing for CNN Travel, the Globe and Mail, Bloomberg Pursuits, The New Yorker, AFAR, and many others.
And it all began at an early age—travel, you could say, runs in my family. Growing up, raised by parents who loved to explore, my family would save every penny, spurning local luxuries like meals in restaurants and theme park visits, so we could afford our annual, massive, multi-week summer road trip.
We travelled cross-continent, driving as many as 16 hours a day in our brown, hatchback Suburu station wagon—standard shift, with no air conditioning—so we could pack in as many sights as possible—to the California coast and the Canadian Rockies, the Florida beaches and the geysers of Yellowstone National Park, tracing two-lane highways to the horizon before bedding down in roadside motels. (That Suburu was later replaced by a two-tone grey Pontiac Bonneville that we lovingly called “the boat,” because she sailed down those highways.)