I've been attacked by sharks off the coral reefs of Belize.
I've hiked to the base of Mount Everest, from the North across the long plateau of Tibet.
I've sailed across the seas to Morocco.
I've been roared at by jaguars in the deep green jungles of Guatemala.
I've swum off the beach in Samoa - where the International Dateline lets you swim from Tuesday back into Monday.
I've paddled a dugout canoe up the headwaters of the Amazon to live with the Achuar - an undiscovered people - who still hunt with poison-tipped blow darts.
I've hiked over the rugged Andes to come at last to the lost city of Machu Picchu.
I have seen the Haida totem poles - slanting and weathered with age on the cold beaches of the far north.
I have camped under the palm trees on Bora Bora - the most beautiful island on Earth, little sister of Tahiti.
I've wandered down the candlelit corridors of the Dalai Lama's palace in the high Himalayas.
I've cried at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.
I've fallen in love in Prague, fallen off a cliff in Turkey and fallen for a thief's clever ruse in the back alleys of Kathmandu.
And this is my song