This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.

My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.


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Sunday's Best

Slept in, ate breakfast, then agreed with Bonnie to go out to Mission. "Let's not look at the map, and just go". Fantastic 'pit' stop at Pitt Lake, where we hung out on a log, marvelling at the engineering of a peregrine falcon, whose nest refused to be toppled by the intense winds of a month ago.

A movie night was agreed on, and looked forward to. 'Precious' was the choice, and despite it's intense subject matter, and disturbing reality, I was hard pressed to stay awake half through, and was given permission to go to bed. Spank you very much.

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