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When I was still in highschool my siblings started graduating from university and each one of them went off travelling, some farther flung than others. My oldest sister did an around the world tour, a brother spent years travelling around Europe, and my other sister worked in France. With each correspondence from them my heart ached more and more with the longing of travel. After highschool I moved to Whistler, British Columbia and spent three and a half years skiing, snowboarding and travelling around British Columbia and across Canada. From there I began to really spread my wings. I travelled down the west coast of the United States and into Mexico where I spent months travelling the Baja Peninsula and then mainland Mexico. I travelled back up through the central States and worked tree planting in northern Ontario. Again I headed south, through the USA to Mexico, and then on to Guatemala where I studied Spanish and travelled. I toured through Honduras and Belize, did some scuba diving and explored Mayan ruins. Then I returned to Mexico and got on a yacht as crew and we took our time to sail around the Yucatan Peninsula visiting great dive sights and island festivals. I had a few near-death experiences as we sailed across the Gulf of Mexico in the 'perfect storm', but lived to tell the tale. Another season of working hard in the forestry industry and I was ready for my world tour; or so I thought.

I was in a rush to visit friends in Australia but decided that I should first meet my mother's side of the family in South Africa. The 'dark continent' was very kind to me. I guided white water canoeing in South Africa, a couple of overland trips through southern Africa, and deep-sea fishing and diving in Mozambique; all by chance and by letting life roll to the greater plan. I sailed from South Africa to Madagascar and travelled there for months. I sailed back for much more exploring. I ended my African tour with an eight month sojourn through South Africa, Swaziland, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Mozambique, Tanzania, Kenya and Uganda. That is a very long story made short, I was in Africa for three years.

Again I returned to the forests of Canada to work for another eight months. I then headed out to Cuba on a one-week, return ticket. I spent two months backpacking and camping around Cuba. I helped sail a yacht around the eastern horn of the island and then at the end of my travels made my way back to Havana to find a way home. It was no problem getting on another yacht headed to the States. I sailed back to North Carolina and then the skipper of the boat drove me all the way back to Ontario.
I also hitchhiked around Ireland for two months, absorbing some of their magnificent culture and enjoying the 'Emerald Isle's' beauty. Other than that, there's been short tours around Europe, the United States and Canada.

Somewhere in all these travels I stumbled upon my natural ability and affinity for writing. I am back in Canada now working on a novel depicting my three years in Africa and freelancing articles for adventure travel magazines. I am looking forward to the next tour and unsure of when or where it will be. I love travelling and I think it is the most wonderful, mind-broadening thing that a person can do. With just a backpack on, possibly in a country where the people don't even speak your language, you have no expectations to live up to . You can be your own person. You learn a lot about other people and cultures but mostly you learn about yourself while travelling.



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	I was born on December 20th, 1973 in Renfrew, Ontario, Canada. I was the sixth child in eight years born to a South African mother and Canadian father. We grew up on a 500 acre farm where we learned about morality, hard work and love. When I was one and a half years old my father took leave from teaching and the eight of us journeyed around southern Africa, Australia and New Zealand for a year. Don't ask me how my parents managed, I have no idea. Every year since, we watched the slides from our safari abroad and it would make me so sad that I couldn't remember a single thing of all that beauty. I promised myself that I would go back.
	When I was still in highschool my siblings started graduating from university and each one of them went off travelling, some farther flung than others. My oldest sister did an around the world tour, a brother spent years travelling around Europe, and my other sister worked in France. With each correspondence from them my heart ached more and more with the longing of travel. After highschool I moved to Whistler, British Columbia and spent three and a half years skiing, snowboarding and travelling around British Columbia and across Canada. From there I began to really spread my wings. I travelled down the west coast of the United States and into Mexico where I spent months travelling the Baja Peninsula and then mainland Mexico. I travelled back up through the central States and worked tree planting in northern Ontario. Again I headed south, through the USA to Mexico, and then on to Guatemala where I studied Spanish and travelled. I toured through Honduras and Belize, did some scuba diving and explored Mayan ruins. Then I returned to Mexico and got on a yacht as crew and we took our time to sail around the Yucatan Peninsula visiting great dive sights and island festivals. I had a few near-death experiences as we sailed across the Gulf of Mexico in the 'perfect storm', but lived to tell the tale. Another season of working hard in the forestry industry and I was ready for my world tour; or so I thought. I was in a rush to visit friends in Australia but decided that I should first meet my mother's side of the family in South Africa. The 'dark continent' was very kind to me. I guided white water canoeing in South Africa, a couple of overland trips through southern Africa, and deep-sea fishing and diving in Mozambique; all by chance and by letting life roll to the greater plan. I sailed from South Africa to Madagascar and travelled there for months. I sailed back for much more exploring. I ended my African tour with an eight month sojourn through South Africa, Swaziland, Zimbabwe, Malawi, Mozambique, Tanzania, Kenya and Uganda. That is a very long story made short, I was in Africa for three years. Again I returned to the forests of Canada to work for another eight months. I then headed out to Cuba on a one-week, return ticket. I spent two months backpacking and camping around Cuba. I helped sail a yacht around the eastern horn of the island and then at the end of my travels made my way back to Havana to find a way home. It was no problem getting on another yacht headed to the States. I sailed back to North Carolina and then the skipper of the boat drove me all the way back to Ontario. I also hitchhiked around Ireland for two months, absorbing some of their magnificent culture and enjoying the 'Emerald Isle's' beauty. Other than that, there's been short tours around Europe, the United States and Canada. Somewhere in all these travels I stumbled upon my natural ability and affinity for writing. I am back in Canada now working on a novel depicting my three years in Africa and freelancing articles for adventure travel magazines. I am looking forward to the next tour and unsure of when or where it will be. I love travelling and I think it is the most wonderful, mind-broadening thing that a person can do. With just a backpack on, possibly in a country where the people don't even speak your language, you have no expectations to live up to . You can be your own person. You learn a lot about other people and cultures but mostly you learn about yourself while travelling. When one follows in the footsteps of wanderers- they find themselves. Trevor Bryce