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, Lao Cai Prov, Local Women
Cars Being Brought from Europe to Niger for Sale, 1988 Niger, some point between the Algerian border and Agadez
Latvia, Preilu Prov, Bike Rider -
Solomon Islands, Jeff Shea In The Bosun Chair, 1983 - On a sailboat, it is sometimes necessary to send someone up in the bosun's chair. This could be rather exciting if the swells were large and the boat bobbed to and fro.
Latvia, Daugavpils City Prov, Bus -
Slovenia, Piran Prov, Coastal City
Australia, Kosciusko Meadow, 1996 - When I climbed Kosciusko, my friend, great Australian adventurer, Jon Muir, told me of a nice route to climb it by, which started at -- if I recall -- Kangaroo Flat -- or some such place, and went up through a eucalyptus forest. I wrote: \"about 16 km up 1800m ascent of Mt Kosciusko, my fifth of the 7 summits, took 5 hours exactly from the 15.5 sign, and somewhat over 4 hours back, darkness delayed me, slipped, sprained my ankle many times!, great alpine territoty\". This photo was taken near the top.
Vietnam, TienGiang Prov, BoatHouseScene
Thailand, Uthai Thani Province, Field Worker, 2008, IMG_3266 - The lot of half the world. Farming. Hard work. Low pay. The profession of the ages, by which we all live.
PNG, Jeff Shea On Raft On Sepik, 1983 - During my 10-day raft trip down the Sepik River and its tributaries, it was customary for either me or Kelly to stand at the front of the raft with a pole and a paddle. The raft frequently would run aground around turns, or, more dangerously, we might encounter trees in the river whose branches could crush our canopy. We ate, cooked and lived on the raft, usually beaching it at night.