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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Happy Birthday to Me

With a closed door and a roof over my head, I ushered in my 39th year in somewhat of a peaceful sleep, clothes still on, and on top of the sheets. It seemed a while since I had slept. Still queazy a bit, my comfort food of chips and chocolate bar was enough. This morning, I woke up full of body aches, pains and anxiety, dizzy just overall messy. I said ¿¨what the hell its my birthday why not rest a bit?¨ so i did. for about an hour and a half, i napped, and dreamt of Tamwood school in vancouver and maywei, and woke up with the first feeling of i just woke up tiredness in forever. this not sleeping well thing is probably the biggest challenge of the trip. dreaming of bike getting stolen, people extorting me, or being violent and it´s just so ridiculous none of these things have happened except for minor extortion i.e. gringo pricing but it´s all just my subconscious fears playing out in my sleep and it wakes me up everytime i start to dream.
Of a certain dreamy song Travis O. and I used to listen to in junior high: Orinoco Flow by Enya. Yah, we were bitchin'. Never imagined I would be crossing over it sometime (didn't know even where it was), nevermind with my motorbike on the back of a tow truck (see pic above).

Oh well we all have our crosses to bear for sure. speaking of gringo prices, the owner of the bike shop that repaired my bike took me to a hotel and went in first. this will be interesting i thought. he came back out and i´m sure said seisenta cinqo. i went in and gave the guy 70 feeling smug that id give him a little graft as a thank you. he looks at the money for eternity then says ciento cinquenta. Ah hah. now its 150 bolivares. Too tired to care.


  1. Hey Happy Birthday man... Am enjoying your blogs and wish you a safe trip buddy. MORE PICTURES !!!

    Terry (A-Pro)

  2. Still a fricken cheap hotel though!
    When you say you have spent $100 on hotels per night is that Bolivares? Or CAD $$?

    Happy Birthday to you...and your Mother!

  3. Hey, you share the same Birthday as my Son so happy happy Birthday!


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