The True Story of Karl Bushby’s Walk Around the World

On the Bering Strait, the ground beneath Karl’s boots wasn’t solid earth—it was ice floating atop a restless sea. Storms pushed entire ice plates apart, creating open leads of frigid water. At times, he lost sight of land altogether, adrift on white nothingness.

With no GPS or helicopter waiting in the wings, Karl and Dimitri navigated by instinct, using compass bearings and sheer will. At night, they huddled in tents pitched on shifting slabs, listening to groans from deep below. The strait wasn’t just cold—it was alive, unpredictable, and entirely unsympathetic.