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: firstname.lastname@example.org