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.


Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me:

What Song?

I drove all night, or Enter Sandman? over 24,000 kilometers driven, and about 900 to go before I reach the summit of my journey: Rio de Janeiro. Of course, climbing Mt. Everest is always that much sweeter when you can make it back home. I will do that. But first, I will enjoy life guilt free worry free for the next 10 days. My brand new battery is dead; something electrical is killing it possibly my headlights. I have suspicions of why and where but I wont say until Im sure.

I have a saviour in Rio! Her name is Katia, and I can stay at her home from the 1st to the 4th. Ironically I would have sent her the request first, but I thought her profile was so great she would already have someone on her couch. Instead, I picked someone who pulled out at the last minute - well lets call him the pullout couch. but now i feel strongly nothing will stop me, even me.

So much happens on the road everyday im lucky to catch 10 percent of it. I dont worry too much about names and places. that i can read in a book or on tv. the parts that interest me are the sudden realizations about life. For instance, the guilt I feel for not constantly working like a wasp. lazy, unambitious, dreamer, etc. I wonder how many people really thinking I am just fucking around on this trip? Trying to find myself? Vacation? Doesnt matter.

I had liquids coming out of me from both ends within the last 24 hours. My health was shaky at best when I got off the boat, but it hit a point when I stayed in the hotel in Salvador. I ordered a feel good omelette, but it was cooked like a pancake so it had some flour in it. Hit the eject button. Then I soiled the bed in the night. Never happened before in my life. I guess a preview of old age. So, staying away from any suspicious foods and meats, and things are solidifying.

Stayed in a weird Motel Sex last night, with all the sound, tv, air controls right on the headboard. It was on the side of the highway, then like a fort knox compound, a big yellow steel door, and an intercom with a box. A voice comes over the speaker, then insert your ID into the box. Bye bye passport. Drive around inside the wall until you get to your garage, pull down the blind, and enter the suite. First two channels were free porn. Despite the mood, I couldnt even seduce myself this night. Hardly slept having the same someone is stealing my bike dreams. You dont see any staff the whole time breakfast is served through a secret door, and all conversations are through the phone. The cafe de manha was the best Ive had.

Haven't talked much about the rain but I'm getting it now, and hard. Peering over my fogged up glasses and windshield soaked to the bones.

Just so many people yelling at me, giving me high fives in the air, smiling, thumbs up, honking...... its been that way for 6 months but its really coming on now. People know Im close to the goal and are acknowledging the accomplishment. No time to believe the hype.

So despite the battery problems, the only thing that will stop me will be a sign that says ~free assrubs~with a picture of perogies and salt and vinegar chips on the side. Oh boy i~m getting my grocery list ready for my return!

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