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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Guerrero Negro

Even if you don't speak a word of Spanish, the name of the town sounds a bit sinister somehow, something dark and forbidding like 'Heart of Darkness'. Indeed it's namesake, The Black Warrior, may have created just such an impression among the local gray whale population. The American Whaling Ship had hoped to capitalize on the lagoon's calving grounds before getting caught in strong currents, slamming against a sandbar, and succumbing to it's death knell. This shipwreck in early 1858 successfully warned other sailors of the danger for decades after, long before any permanent settlement began here. Things are different today.

History was not on the minds of the young ball players I watched today, unless it was concerning the last time Guerrero Negro met up with their nemesis from the south, the Bahia Tortugas. I loved shooting the pitcher and the action shots.

People here seem to understand the importance of ecology. The town is on the outskirts of the El Vizcaino Biosphere Reserve, the Salina hosts numerous aquatic and bird life, and the grey whales that calve here are protected from any human danger in the Ojo de Liebre lagoon. There is still a lot of garbage being thrown out in the desert, and it will take some time before Mexicans here start cleaning up the mess, and wanting to change how their environment looks.

(here's a link for more info)

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