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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Coming into Quito yesterday afternoon was pure hell. Mountain pass with fog, rain, and cold. A respite about an hour before the city with a crazy fun group of people who were teasing me about my blue eyes. Contacted Gabby, an ESL student at my school from almost 5 years ago, and we set up to meet at a restaurant in a couple of hours. As I got into the city, the lights shut out. I found out later it was the first time in years that Quito lost its power......on my first day. So of course the traffic lights were out, and everyone was anxious to get into the intersection and create traffic jams. With a motor bike, I could power through a little quicker. Got into the area of the city Gabby suggested we meet, and got off the bike cold and soaked. A Pakistani guy helped me contact her (she was stuck in atraffic jam) and I told her lets meet tomorrow. Then he invited me back to his house where I met his 4 cousins. They told me about Pakistan, made me tea and sandwiches. Very nice people. Today, I met up with Gabby at an American Sports Bar which was great to eat food from home, and talk with a friend. Otherwise, hoping for good weather as I come out of the mountains tomorrow morning into Columbia. Anxiety was coming back strong today as a result of laying around for the first time in weeks. Just feel like its so difficult to feel comfortable around people. Its a horrible mix of not wanting to be around people, but feeling so damn lonely.

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