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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11 pm local time. The rain started coming, and a server graciously told me I could stay here for a bit. My yellow backpack cover is gone, blown off somewhere between Jasper and here, so the backpack full of clothes (thankfully in plastic bags) looked soaked. I noticed it was getting ripped, but completely gone was a surprise. Mom's globe will be lucky to make it in one piece. I'm feeling stupid and underprepared. I feel so violated!!! I always find a way to just ignore it, and move on but I need a moment to feel sorry for myself. It has been easy in the city to ignore the weather, and never concern myself with rain, snow or shine but when you are directly in the elements, it's crucial to know where you're heading. I banked on beating the dark, ominous clouds that were settled in the valley ahead, but my hands and feet were just too cold. Now, on the first day of this journey, I must wait. For how long, I am unsure. Getting tired, and fantasize about that $200 for the hotel in a nice warm bed. Well, I got myself into this, and I will get myself out. That helpless feeling is one I have worked to avoid for so long, and now it is here, once again. As soon as that rain lets off, I'm outtie.

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