All is well and the trip is over. Thank you all for reading and the concern. The last post happened May-June 2011 I have just been delayed.
Here is a brief synopsis of events since then:
We headed on to the Bolivian border at Guayara-Mirim from Puerto Velho. We camoped a night on the side of the road on the way or tried to, before being woken up by inch long ants who had eaten their way into the tent. Waking up being chewed on by hordes of angry ants is not the nicest and after a quick evacuation of the tent I realised we had unknowingly pitched the tent a meter or two from an "ant highway" and they didn't like intruders. We decided that was enough camping for the night and headed on towards Guayara-Mirim. After an hour and a half ride with half an hour to go in the middle of the night we run out of fuel. Should have been carrying extra. Oh well. After half an hour so the first car going past stops to help. Thankfully he is very helpful and siphons a few liters out of his near-empty tank for us. We make it to town and at the only hotel with a vacancy, no one answers at reception. Tired, we put the ten up on the lawn and go sleep.
After an hour or so asleep I wake up with someone yelling and shining the light at the tent. It's the police. I try to explain the situation in my very questionable Portuguese and the police try to find the owner or manager. They can't find them either so they just shrug their shoulders and leave us to get what sleep we can.
Almost time for new boots.
The next day the manager apologizes and gives us breakfast before head down to customs and find a boat to cross over to Bolivia.
We spend the next few days riding through the thick dust of the roads to Riberalta and Rurrenabaque, camping along the way and almost running over an anaconda crossing the road once.
From Rurrenabaque we went over to Coroico for a few days relaxtion before heading up 'the worlds most dangerous road' to La Paz.
In La Paz Kyla and I decide to go our separate ways as friends. She heads back to Canada and I start working for "Gravity Assisted Mountain Biking" in La Paz. For 10 months I work as a guide taking backpackers down 'the worlds most dangerous road' and a few other more adventurous rides. I bought a couple of mountain bikes and the motorbike is relegated use running around town.
The plan was to get back on the road after working for a year but that didn't eventuate. After a crazy 9 months or so I heard my older brother at home discovered he had a heart condition and I was told to get checked up. I got some tests done in La Paz and it showed an issue. This was most likely why I had 'fallen asleep' while guiding a month earlier and ended up with a dislocated should and a lot of missing skin. I sorted my life out in La Paz, sold my motorbike for about $400 (4 times less than one of my mountain bikes), and flew home. I went straight to hospital on arrival and ended up with a defibrillator/pacemaker put in.
Now I am doing fine, living in Brisbane, Australia. No bike or motorcycle licence(yet) but Dreaming of and Saving up for the next adventure...