The Adventure of Life
It was fairly obvious to my folks early on that I had the ‘adventurer’ gene in my DNA. I ran the gamut of cub scouts and exploring the bush on my own before I hit high school. The adventures almost came to an abrupt, sticky and engine-fumed end when I was 15. I set off to cycle Europe. What my parents were thinking I have no idea! My advice – don’t try to navigate rush hour traffic cruising the Arc de Triomphe, in Paris on a bicycle.
Knowing that once I went to university my adventure schedule would be curtailed, I decided I was going to have to cram as much adventure in the brief moments I could grasp. I decided to get a good top-up first, so for a gap year I cycled through Scandinavia, climbed Kilimanjaro, overlanded through Africa for nearly six months, and got my pilot’s licence and scuba diver’s certification.
Once university started, I filled my summers with as many adventures as I could; six weeks backpacking through Madagascar, eight weeks in India, Nepal, Tibet and China, and then two months pulling an invasive species of water weed from the bottom of a pond – not so adventurous but hard work and very, very muddy!
By the time graduation rolled around, I had developed an almost insatiable taste for diving and went to work with my father in Florida – a cave diving mecca!
Then came my greatest adventure, one that hasn’t stopped and keeps getting better – I married my beautiful wife and we moved to South Africa.