“ If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will get you there.”
WHEN I WAS 20 YEARS OLD, I set off to see the world. I had not graduated from high school and I had no marketable skills. The only jobs I could do were laboring jobs—washing dishes, working in sawmills and factories, living on farms and ranches, and working in construction, among others.
I worked my way across the country from the West Coast to the East Coast, got a job on a Norwegian freighter to cross the North Atlantic, and arrived in London at the age of 21. From there, I rode a bicycle across France and Spain to Gibraltar, pooled my money with two friends to buy a Land Rover, and then drove across the Sahara Desert and south through ...