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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What a guy! One of the first country folk I talked to coming into the border from Columbia shouted ¨chavez numero uno¨! More strange since he just yelled it out to me randomly. Another thought he was completely loco another thought he had a good plan for the country. Me? It´s a complicated situation here. He´s definitely behind a socialist stance, and wants to help the poor, wants to create better education but there´s always the threat of corruption in latin america and its no different here. I like that he is one of the few countries that stands up to the states. Who´s to say the united states policies are the best, and should be used around the world?

Do we really want the whole world to be filled with mcdonalds, and best westerns, and burger kings and malls? Do we really want every single place to look exactly like new york or fresno or Phoenix?

Fine. granted. you can´t give a people a taste of wealth (i.e. here in the 70s with maracaibo oil finds) and then take it away. that´s going to leave some resentment. but a country must find it´s own way, it´s own determination separate from others, and yet connected. their own identity, culture, and way of life. we need some differences, some connections to our past.
What i do know is the highways in this country are bipolar and split personality. a long carreterra of great pavement then, suddenly, BOOM! a big friggen hole in the middle that takes out your spleen. The toll booths are eerily empty, and many signs in the country are faded and warped, peeling off and weathered. Just a lonely, deserted feeling. Not much love and attention.

Of note met a guy who used to work for Precision Drilling before they were kicked out of the country and their assets taken over by Chavez.

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