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.



I LOVE YOU ALL



Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me: jason.chapman99@gmail.com


Trials Are Almost Over



I don´t believe that for a second! A friend messaged me today and said he felt my trials are soon over....... I hope not because that would mean I was dead. But, island life is not that bad, I must say. Time just seems to float by.........






Noticing how much I want to get approval from anybody that I am doing it right. Crazy. Yesterday was a huge day as far as communicating, and talking to people. I was just letting loose, and speaking at will. Nothing offensive came out. Nothing uncomfortable. It was as if because I was comfortable with me, other people could be too. I had taken the parts over to the mechanic first thing, caught a bus to San Juan del Sur, picked up my stuff there in 10 minutes, and came right back. Then had some chinese food, worked on my videos met a couple teachers from Austria and helped them get back to Ometepe with me. The evening was chatting first with the church girls, then the locals down at the bar. Feeling some fear that I said something wrong, but this is just crazy talk, and putting too much importance on what other people think.







But I will agree that the trials have become much easier.

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