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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Safety First

Thank you Brazil for your speedbumps, the largest i've seen in 6 months. All the food exploded out of my cooler on one, and i had to stop and run back to pick it all up. I forgot about the police man last night that stopped me. We exchanged info for a minute then he asked me a question I didn't understand so i said so. I need to check your driver's license he said in perfect english. He also informed me Brazil requires an international drivers license but don't worry enjoy your stay in brazil. We chatted a bit after I asked him where he learned his english, and told him he could stay in my non-existent house in canada when he comes to visit. He said that would be his dream.

Breakthroughs today in dealing with pain, thoughts, and overall physical sensations. Any ambitious person can overcome their past regardless of what happened by learning, and practicing some very simple, (but not easy) skills that countervene a human's natural instinct to protect themselves.

Found a dead crow sized bird, one that I included in a picture a couple weeks back. I decided to cut the head off and will cure the skull as a keepsake. Any suggestions on how to?

1 comment:

  1. Bury it in sand to bleach....use cornstarch to mummify...Love JULES


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