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


70's



A marked change from motos to late 70's chryslers with duct tape holding hoods down and plastic covering windows. With 30 years comes replacement parts of different colors, rust, and breaking down and these guys just keep on repairing them. It was through to Maracaibo by police escort despite my fears, then over a beautifully engineered bridge of at least 2 km over the ocean gulf only to meet more rain at 6 had to work to get to Barquisimeto by 10 and for a 2 hour search finally found a really nice hotel as a treat. stayed up til 430 catching up and looking forward to connecting with friends for xmas. Some worry back home as I hadn't been in contact for 2 days. Extremely challenging out on the road, as the thunder was directly overhead, and water soaking me to the bone. Stopped at a bus shelter only to back out and fall over the edge of the concrete, dropping the bike for now the fourth time; each time fortunately at speeds 0 and 2 km/hour.

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