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


Mountains of Frustration

Left quito yesterday morning at 1030 and drove all day and night. caught a nap from midnight til about 3 am, then drove all day until now, in medellin. Stopped by cops and had to buy 174 one years worth of insurance in columbia. The town was called Chinchina, and full of beautiful women. I was so grouchy today, and did not want any of the thousand stares I received today. Its like theyve never seen a tall white bearded man on a black and silver bike before.

Just pulled over into a mechanic to look at front brakes. Friendly bunch and helpful. I was coming up through the mountains playing mario andretti and my front brake failed. scary. Also met a nice couple from here that live in Toronto, or near there. They told me it was 10 hours of driving to Cartagena, so I will have to give in and wait until tomorrow. Not much left in the can tonight. Just want to be home, but I must be patient, and concentrate on putting one mile in front of the other.
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