Costa Rica Motorcycle Pirates


Colombian police try to arrest me for robbing banditos in the mountains.


I escape....

Fuck the police...

Long live the Rebel Saints MC


One LoVe

Barabus

Hey Kittens;

i have been so busy traveling I haven't had time to post and i am lazy. So here is a lttle travel report that I made to my friend's 9 year old daughter. my journey censored and edited for a young innocent mind.

Oh! and i didn't include the pictures but they are here for you.



Dear Zora
I miss you guys too! I am shy around girls also but not you two. You are my favorite girls in the whole world besides my mom and my sister. The trip down the Baja was crazy. My friend told me I could do it in 3 days but he must drive like a maniac. A strange man at a roadside cantina gave me a magic map for the Baja at the start of the trip. It told me where to stay and where to get gas. If I followed the map I was OK. If I deviated from it I was in trouble. It had instructions like "If there is no gas in this town, there will be a guy in a truck with a big can of gas 100 km down the road." Sure enough the town had no gas and 100 km down the road I saw a truck with a big can of gas. I waited 15 minutes and a funny old guy showed up and sold me gas. The desert was beautiful. Especially coming east across the Baja towards the Sea of Cortes. The light at dusk comng down the valley lit up the mountains a surreal pink colour. I almost wept it was so beatiful. The map had told me not try to arrive at the Sea of Cortes at nightfall but I did it anyways and after all that beauty there was this ugly port town with piles of burning garbage and it was really dark except for the light from the burning piles of garbage and I couldn't find a place to stay but then at the other end of town I found a hotel that looked like a castle and the people were nice and I was safe there.

My friend , Dudley, runs a music school for kids in Cabo San Lucas. it's like that movie with Jack Black "School of Rock" He puts them in bands and they play like AC/DC songs. I forgot I was a singer but my friend remembered. I sang with his band in a club downtown a couple of nights and I was a big hit. People were buying me Coca Colas and wanted to be my friend. Me, Dudley, and his son Linden who is 11, recorded a song he wrote when he was 9. I will send you a copy when they finish editing it. I also gave a vocal clinic and showed the kids some breathing exercises to help thier singing.





I took a ferry to the maniland and slept on the deck to save money. The first town on the Pacific coast I went to was called San Blas and everyone had said it was so great there but I rode around in circles looking for the beach and it didn't look so nice to me. The town square was kind of cool. I was tired, dirty and grumpy from sleepng like a hobo on the boat so I just went into default mode (my natural tendancy is towards extravagance) and picked the most expensive looking hotel I could find. This hotel was great! It had an open courtyard in the middle with a big garden and a fountan in the middle that all the rooms looked out on. At first they gave me a small room upstairs but then I asked if I could have a ground floor room because I had so much gear to carry and the lady gave me the best room in the hotel! It was still light so I went to the pool and it had a nice garden outside too and they let me put the motorcycle right beside the pool to keep it safe. Just at nightfall, hundreds of these crazy lttle black birds showed up and sat in the trees around the pool and yelled at each other for a hour. I don't know what they were arguing about maybe someone stole someone's berries or maybe for the sheer joy of being really noisy but boy they could make a rucus! There was also a little church right beside the pool which I thought was great. Every hotel should have it's own poolside church. I was like the only guy in the hotel. It had a nice resturaunt so I had a lovely meal of fresh fish and read a book about ancient Greece that was in the hotel library.



The next day I rode to Puerto Vallarta and as I was doing my usual "riding around in circes in a new town" routine and I saw a big group of kind of scary looking bikers in black leather jackets. I slowed down to look at them and they got all excited and called me over. They asked me where I was going and what I was doing and when I told them I was ridng from the North pole to the South pole they did a dance around me and said I had to ride with them to the beach south of there to drink Coca Colas. They belong to a gentleman's motorcyclng club called ,"Ovejas Negros" which means black angels which sounds really scary but they only seem scary. They are really businessmen and architects and mechanics who like to ride motorcycles in big noisy groups. Mexicans (and little Mexican black birds) seem to like noise and parades and 50 motorcycles makes a really big noisy parade. They told me I was their new hero because they all dream of making a trip like mine only it is not possible for everyone because they have commitments to jobs and families. After the beach we went to a birthday party and ate cake and there was a band so I got up and sang "Hotel California".They are having a big party this weekend with 2000 motorcyclists from all over Mexico. They insisted I stay as their guest until then so I am staying with a young Black Angel named Christian who is a mild mannered architect by day and a scary biker super hero by night. He is very upset with me right now because I don't have a phone and he says I must call my mother every day and why don't I calll my mother evey day? she must be worried...
Oh and they want me to sing a song or two at the big motorcycle party with the band! In front of 2000 bikers! I am not afraid. OK.. Maybe a little...There was a press conference last night at a hotel for the event and I got introduced and I stood up and waved at everyone. I am HUGE in this town! (Also Tokyo, so I am told) .



there is a party for me tonight. they are going to make me a member of their club. i will be black angel. i head south fast to Costa Rica and all points in between then on to the end of the world.

One LoVe

Barabus

So I am finally on the road. One month. Went to the Arctic Circle in the Yukon.

Loved Dawson City ' A quaint little drinking town with a mining problem." Made friends with the Madame that runs 'Bombay Peggy's' the local brothel. Great girl. Played poker, got in fist fights and pissed off half the guys in town for stealing one of their best girls.

filmed a couple hours worth of footage of everything from wild buffalo to glaziers but no time to edit. Got to run winter is chasing me. leave for Mexico from Vancouver tomorrow.
wish me godspeed.. my dears.



One LoVe

Barabus

Hello My Dears,




I am very sad but I sent my pets on a plane to Norway to be with my ex. I shall probably never see them again. But they will be safe and that is what is important. I promised myself that I would get everyone out of here safe and I have done it.. Out of the bush. I am the only one left here now. I leave in a few days. I had forgotten the pain of separation. Thought I was beyond that but my body has betrayed me. It is almost a physical pain. I am trying to move through it as opposed to fighting it. To come out the other side. My philosophy has failed me. But I am free and the road beckons.

I like the idea of them all together: Ku (my dog) and her cat, Chupa, my ex and her new man. Like Heaven. Ku's idea of Heaven. Cold and North.

One LoVe

Barabus

My Dears,

I am so close to being free. Now the furies come. It is always this way. Just before a big change I am challenged and I almost always prevail. Almost always. Bring it on fucker.
I can take it.
Pray for me.
I am so close i can taste it.



The soundtrack is from a band I was in called Grind Jury. That's me singing. The lead guitarist and main song writer died in a plane crash. A small musician killing plane. How cliche? A cosmic running joke perpetuated by the big fucker in the sky. Fuck him. But it happened. believe it or not...and it all went up in flames but that was another fire...
I am looking for god and when I find him.
I am going to kick his ass.
Fair warning.
I am coming.
Fucker.

One LoVe

Barabus

Dears,

I am so close to being free. Now the furies come. It is always this way. Just before the big change, Just before I make the border. So close. I have no idea why it happens but it always happens and I always prevail and i shall prevail until i finally don't. I am strong enough to take what comes. Bring it on fuckers. I will walk before they make me run.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0RhIOY5fwE

The soundtrack is from a band I was in called Grind Jury in Vancouver. That's me singing. The lead guitarist and lead song writer died in a plane crash and the band went up in flames...

One Love
Barabus

Hey Kittens,

Just back from San Pedro, Belize.



These are my friends. Vanessa, Hazel and Claudia. My face looks fat. Makes me suspect I'm not as handsome as I think I am.
Vanessa is from Belize but lives in London now. Hazel lives in Belize City and Claudia is from San Pedro. Had the best New Year's I can remember. The girls just dragged me around from club to club. Claudia got up and sang with the band at a club called Fido's and the crowd went mad.

Got a New year's kiss from Hazel



I miss the company of women. I told my friend from Vancouver that I think I like to be around women more because I am too masculine. I'm always saying stupid things like that. He laughed.He said how can you say you're too masculine? You cry all the time. I told him he just isn't paying attention. If he paid more attention he'd cry all the time too.

Anyways, the trip did me good. Now, I'm back with Koo.

Here's a picture of Koo giving me a kiss.
Pay no attention to the stupid date on the picture. it was taken last spring.
I have so much work to do before the summer if I'm going to make my trip.

I had so many people including stranger's tell me they think it's going to be a good year.It was weird. Must be a sign. I think it's going to be a good year. I wish you all the best year ever!

One LoVe

Barabus