Travel the WorldArctic winds howled past the crude trappers’ hut coated in ice and snow on the edge of the Arctic Ocean. Dog sledding with my friend from Baffin, an Inuit Eskimo named Alloloo, we sat up almost all night and laughed and swapped stories with a couple of other Eskimo trappers. By dawn, we were lifelong friends—and had for lunch fresh raw liver harvested from a seal at an air hole…

I have the fortunate ability to blend in wherever I go. I am of an international medium color, medium size, unprepossessing manner, willingness to share my life with others. And what a journey it has been…

In Vietnam, an entire rural village took me in for the night, fed me, arranged me a bed, told me stories while we all laughed…

I generally travel alone, which makes it easier to make friends. In the slums of Panama City where scraps of tin, plyboard, and canvas serve as family housing—like a warren of rats—I was taken in by a family to sleep in a huddle on the ground while we chatted through the night…

As I walked across Guatemala, I met an elderly woman who walked with me while we gossiped and she knitted. When we parted, she handed me a wonderful knitted miniature cup and saucer she had made for me to remember her by…

In South Korea, I had dog stew for dinner with my army counterpart Li Shik and the mayor of Inchon…

A piranha on the Amazon bit me. I traded two t-shirts to a villager for a blowgun. Some of the kids in the village let me play with their baby anteater…

I raced camels in Egypt, climbed Mt. Sinai, and lay down in the dark on a boulder to take a nap. I awoke just as a rather broad woman was about to sit on my face. I couldn’t help shrieking. Startled, she almost jumped off the mountain before we both burst into laughter…

In Tanzania, Africa, Swahili friend Veda took me out to see elephants in the wild…

While solo-kayaking the inside passage to Alaska up Canada’s coast, some Canadian trappers took me in for the night and fed me…

In Alaska, I helped an old friend from north of Fairbanks ride and herd a remuda of horses across Alaska to a moose hunting camp on the Yukon…

Algeria is an odd mixture of refugees, slaves and terrorists. In the middle of the Sahara Desert I met these lovely black girls who had been stolen in Nigeria and sold into slavery in Algeria…

I’ve sailed the Caribbean alone in a 17-foot sailboat, served in the U.S. Navy as a journalist, in the U.S. Army as a Green Beret soldier, as a police homicide detective, and as a professional kickboxer… I’ve taught high school and I’ve taught at university… I’ve gone to wars, flown airplanes as a pilot, eaten rattlesnakes in the desert, walked across Central America, ridden “chicken buses” all over Mexico…

I’ve lived life exactly the way I’ve wanted, thanks to God’s blessing and watch over me.

Charles W. Sasser has published over 60 books; his latest is Crushing the Collective: The Last Chance for America to Remain Free and Self-Governing,. Available at book stores, and Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com. He is currently working on Looneyville USA.