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


Sinaloa

I thought it a good idea to strap a Mexican to the back of my bike through arguably the most dangerous area in the entire country, Sinaloa. In actual fact, ´Rom´ was the one who spearheaded the idea, and i hoped there was a snowballs chance in hell we were both going to make it home alive. about a half hour of preps ripping the bike apart and godammn it we were on the road unbelievably. no stopping for gas, because it took so long just to get on the damn bike. she was loaded to the hilt. Guaymachil, the city´s name we were headed to, was morphing into reality in my mind the closer we got, and the further topolabompo and the ferry terminal. The city´s lights came with a welcome sigh about 1 hour 40 after our departure with just one stop, and plenty of wriggling around to save my butt legs and back from complete disaster and permanent damage. I was none too happy when rom´s first stop consisted of a dark house with no lights. It´s late, and i remember rom hasn´t been home in 2 years.

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