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.



I LOVE YOU ALL



Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me: jason.chapman99@gmail.com


Horse Drawn Trolley

It was wonderful to have my dad get on that trolley in Ketchikan. Seeing those two Belgians seemed to put him in a great mood. For $25 each, the four of us and 20 others had a 45 minute tour around Ketchikan. The tour guide was a mid-20's guy with a long black beard, slight and wiry. Once we got on the trolley, he settled in, and told us many tales of the rivers, and industry and the ever infamous bordello owner, Dolly. He really seemed to know the town and it really felt like he was a good ole' local. Turned out he was from Florida, and has been in Ketchikan for 2 weeks. I was amazed what I will ignore if I am entertained.

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