This website illuminates my life and adventures. My longing for freedom has led me to over 2600 of the world’s 3978 provinces, to every country on earth and to the summit of the highest peak on each continent (thank heaven for good weather!). In my travels, I learned to respect the intelligence and ingenuity of people of all races and callings both past and present. Come see the world as I see it: as a peaceful place, full of nature and beauty. With the right spirit and intent, we can make our world a virtual Garden of Eden.
DISTINCTIONS: BBC 2017 Travel Pioneer • Journal Articles • Explorer’s Club Flag Expeditions
World Parks Project • Walk Across South America • Jeff Shea Travel Map
Vietnam, Kien Giang Prov, Boatman
Chile, Antofagasta Prov, Pan De Azucar
Cambodia, Mondol Kiri Prov, Girl With Basket
Slovenia, Turnisce Prov, Bird With Feathered Feet_Prov,_Swan,_2009,_IMG_3366CUBW-700x658.jpg)
UK, Barking And Dagerham (London) Prov, Swan
Aland Islands, May Pole, 2000 - When I went to the Aland Islands at the end of September 2000, there were May Poles everywhere, it seemed.
USA, Wake Island, Beach
Papua New Guinea, Sam With New Raft, 1983 - Sam was a native of Ok Esai, a village near the Frieda River. I was told that the men of Ok Esai knew how to build rafts. True to their reputation, Sam went into the forest with an ax and rode up an hour or so later on this raft.
Pacific Ocean, Jeff Shea with Mahi Mahi, 1982 - On my voyage across the Pacific Ocean in 1982 in Boysie Day's 41-foot ketch, we used rags, a three-pronged hook and surveyor's tape to catch Mahi Mahi off the stern. As Boysie said repeatedly, "Mahi Mahi is one of the best eating fish there is." In this photograph I hold on to a large Mahi Mahi. Kelly Soma, our cook, fixed it for lunch; Kelly and I fell in love on the boat.
Morocco, Atlas Mountains, Mohamed, 1988 - I had gone to climb Mount Toubkal but was turned back by snow, lack of gear and an unwilling guide. I decided to walk back through a different valley than that by which I arrived. I was told that when I got to the village at the bottom of the gorge, I should search for Mohamed. I was given a small photograph so that I could identify him. When I arrived, it was growing dark. A man appeared from his house and inquired who I was. I showed him the photograph. He motioned that it was he, Mohamed! Mohamed invited me to eat with his family and spend the night. His wife prepared couscous. Everyone ate with their right hand.