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June 19th, 2011 - Start of Blacks’ Expedition

The road to Tahsis truly is the road to adventure.  They say Tahsis is the birthplace of British Columbia, but it is in no way a big city. The village consists mainly of a pub/beer store, a marina and a few unique houses. On our first visit we merely filled our gas tanks and picked up a few beers to share. We camped at a free forestry campsite 2 km’s out of town and were the only people there. I found it therapeutic to slay wood and enjoyed using my newly sharpened axe (Mr. Whiskers). The next morning the sun broke through the previous days overcast, perfectly complimenting our hot breakfast of coffee and oatmeal. I felt an urge to see more of Tahsis as the first visit seemed nothing more than a beer run so I rode solo back into town with the hopes of making some kind of connection to the small village. As I walked the docks, now deprived of any activity, I could see what used to be a booming fishing community. Situated on an inlet, Tahsis is a prime location for fishing but has become obsolete due to its remote location.

As I rode back to camp I realised that I had found that connection that I was looking for, not in Tahsis itself, but in the road to Tahsis, a road that cuts through mountains and valleys in an epic gravel adventure! The road is 64 km’s long of pristinely graded gravel that winds its way past rivers, lakes, waterfalls, caves, old growth trees and plenty of wildlife. One black bear had a look of sheer terror as we sent him running up the bank. I’ve never seen a bear look so scared. I can say without a doubt that I enjoyed every inch of that road. Erin on the other hand didn’t share my love for the road to Tahsis. Still not fully comfortable with gravel she found the road exhausting and was drained of any livelihood when we stopped at Gold River. The original plan was to head north on a gravel road through the mountains and pop out at the town of Woss, not too far from Port Hardy. In an attempt to remedy Erin’s mood I opted for the long way around back to Campbell River and then north to Port Hardy. This route was all nicely paved highways and I hoped it would lighten Erin’s spirits. However, as the day continued I found Erin doing 65 km’s an hour in a 90 zone… She was done for the day and we made camp outside the town of Sayward. The next morning after a talk with a fellow camper and local scrapper, who hooked us up with some free kielbasa, we headed north to Port Hardy. Erin was rejuvenated and rode like a veteran of the road keeping up a good pace behind me.

So here I am, on the vessel Northern Expedition, on route to Prince Rupert. This ferry has done an excellent job of showcasing B.C.’s coastline and for the most part travels ridiculously close to the shore. We even saw a short glimpse of some killer whales… too short to get any pictures but I did manage to photograph a little grey whale. The bikes patiently await their next adventure, strapped securely in the belly of the ship. Upwards on onwards we go to the great north and the Arctic Circle.

PS, If anyone talks to Phoenix, ask him to update the GPS thingy, I sent him an email to his interncomic…. but haven’t heard back. Also tried calling him.  The dotted line in the ocean is me conserving the battery on the GPS, but that was the ferry route. Also I seem to have lost the track from Qualicum Beach to Campbell River, Oh Well.


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U.S. Fought To Lower Minimum Wage In Haiti So Hanes And Levis Would Stay Cheap
By Robert Johnson at Business Insider.

A Wikileaks post published on “The Nation” shows that the Obama Administration fought to keep Haitian wages at 31 cents an hour. This article was taken down by The Nation due to an embargo, but it was excerpted at Columbia Journalism Review.

It started when Haiti passed a law two years ago raising its minimum wage to 61 cents an hour. According to an embassy cable: “This infuriated American corporations Read the rest of the story…

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June 3rd, 2011 - Overpopulation and its effects

I know with what I’m about to write I will piss-off many religious people, some amongst my family, my close friends and colleagues, but to not write it, would be repressing myself, and I’ve had enough of that. When you censor yourself every day, you become another person and I despise that with vengeance.

Poverty in simple language is: Deprivation of essential chattels that others take for granted. The more I traveled, the more I became aware of these “others”. These “others” were the Read the rest of the story…

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June 2nd, 2011 - Dreams By GP

Nobody ever grows up dreaming of becoming an Accountant.

Accounting was never my dream, yet here I am.  Accounting is how I paid for my education, my mortgage, my daughter’s education and how I save for retirement. I no longer enjoy my career choice as I once did and continually ask myself why I keep doing it. I don’t eat foods I don’t like. I don’t like being scared so I don’t watch horror movies. So why do I get up and day after day, week after week do something I don’t want to do?

On June 15th 2011, I will stop doing what I no longer enjoy, and spend the next year doing the thing I love – travelling by motorcycle. I am quitting my job and taking a year off to enjoy my life. Riding across the Americas, I can stop when I want to stop, explore what interests me, and choose when to stay and when to leave. And once in Ushuaia Argentina, the end of the Pan American Highway, I will decide whether to come home, continue travelling or start a new life elsewhere.

I have spent the past eighteen months, relentlessly pursuing my dream, saving money, de-cluttering my life and pouring over maps. It has been liberating. I have a new zest for life, travelling the world gives me entrepreneurial ideas. I have had a sense of adventure for as long as I can remember and decided to stop fighting it and start living my dream; my dream of travelling the world in an interesting way without a defined schedule or defined end.

 “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.” – Saint Augustine

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