In September 2012 as my cab rounded a corner near the St. Lawrence River in Quebec City, I saw it in-person for the first time. Little did I know for the next three years, The World would become my home… literally.

It wasn’t just a job. It was an experience unlike any other, one I will carry with me for the rest off my life. From meeting forgotten tribes in Papua New Guinea to surfing icebergs in the Russian high arctic, my time onboard The World will always hold a special place in my heart.