Gerry Wagshal is a Montreal born broadcast journalist living in New York City. He has had the travel bug with him for a long time. His first trips were with his father, who took him to New York City and Florida by bus. That is where he learned about the joys of the Greyhound Ameripass--a deal where, for one low price, you used to be able to travel across the North America eating scrambled eggs and stopping in as many cities and towns (as you liked) across the way.

In his late teens and twenties, before he became a journalist, Mr. Wagshal was an actor and poet. In those days, he hitchhiked through Maine and the Maritimes. Hoping to retrace some of the steps of Jack Kerouac, Mr. Wagshal twice hitchhiked along the Pacific coast, from Vancouver to San Diego. On one of those trips, he heard squeaks in the back of a beaten down four door American car, only to realize it was a puppy zipped up in a TWA flight bag.

Mr. Wagshal has walked across the Mexican border at Laredo, and then taken the cheap trains through Mexico, where he got sunburned at nudist beach Zipolite and slept in a hammock for fifty cents a night. He has hiked through Kluane national park where he quickly learned about bears; hiked through the hail and snow at Gros Morne national park on a five-day journey following caribou trails with a map and compass. Some of Mr. Wagshal's international trips took him through a grueling Jordanian ferry from Aqaba to Egypt. On the arrival to Egypt for that same trip, he was huddled on a bus and placed into a compound where border guards armed with semi automatic weapons stood guard, the whole scene resembling a remake of Midnight Express.

In his recent travels Mr. Wagshal's has been tamer, with trips to the Caribbean, and Mexico, and Saratoga Springs racetrack in New York State.

Mr. Wagshal has also lived in Toronto and Edmonton, and has traveled through most of his native country of Canada.