I end up saying the same thing every Friday: I cannot wait for this Sweet X SK8MAFIA video to come out.

Make sure you watch thing, Gustav Tönnesen does one of the tastiest back threes I’ve ever seen. I bet watching him skate flatground in person must be incredible…

Here are a few clips the Sweet guys aren’t going use for their upcoming video…

Koffe lit up the lobby.

Go get the van, let’s do this.

The plan for the day was to split up. Half go skate, half go hunting for tits and piercing nipples. Josef’s in the skate half.

Daniel Spängs and a switch tre in short shorts on Hitler’s old stomping ground.

Purity of Essence: Replenish the precious bodily fluids.

Made it to Cologne – almost done, but not quite done. We’ve got until 5 this afternoon to get as many points together as we can. Let’s see, jump off a bridge, catch and cook your own dinner, shoot a trick bare foot, pimp the ride, drop in something looking like Hugo Liard, skate a rail in the rain…better get on with it.

This took some convincing, but Björn’s quite good at that.

Spängan is happy for the points, while Jonas is happy to be alive.

There you go Hugo.

Daniel Spängs sacrificed his feet for the common good: Barefoot tre flip.

Last minute pimping of the tour van got Dallas Rockvam involved. No points for this one..

Rise and shine.

The Book says brush your teeth with whisky, red wine and beer. Nisse goes for the wine…

…and Jonas gets the beer.

Someone tipped us about this barrier spot. Gentsch..? The barriers didn’t really do anything to anyone, but the area around them proved to be a goldmine.

Rain all around us, sun right above us.

Portrait of Erik..

..and Erik’s portraits of everyone.

Josef and Jonas risking it for some points.

Josef’s birthday in a Linz restaurant. Can’t remember now how old he is. 21? Tell the bartender send me twenty more cases. Next to our table full of dudes there was another one full of birds. Our waitress told us they were having a class reunion. We tried to get some sort of interaction going, but didn’t really succeed. We then sent the waitress asking where they were going afterwards, but drew a blank again. Fuck it, hit the road, drive to Nuremberg.

Our hosts digging in the book at breakfast. “You have a drop in? How about a river with a bridge we can jump?”

Show me a man who’s not into slappies and I’ll show you the door.

Here it is – the door.

I had this rail pegged for the rail 10 tricks challenge already when we left from Gothenburg. Didn’t even remember it had a crack in the run-up waiting to be fixed. Two birds with one stone.

Smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Time for Josef to come up with ten rail tricks.

Front blunt has to be one of them.

To each champ his own breakfast.

It feels heavy, somebody help me, my neck hurt, my chain heavy. Who said Spängan wasn’t sufficiently rap?

New country, new motorway sticker. Stick it.

View from the window somewhere between Prague and Bratislava.

But why look out the window, when you can stare at the back of the front seat? Back seat getting ready for TravelPussy.

Made it there, finally! Central Bratislava wasn’t quite ready for the Sweet generator, so we ended up skating in the suburbs tonight. While Nisse was working on this ollie, a car pulled up and a girl got out of it. She walked up to Molec, gave him a bag of beers and drove off. “Friend of yours, Peter?” –“Nah, she was just being nice.” Dead nice.

Jonas grew a blue moustache in his sleep and woke up with a nazi salute. There’s points for that.

Blessing in disguise.

Danish do-rag

Nisse checking out the competition on the second hand grip tape racket at Stalin.

Enjoying the Lukas Danek show.

Just switch flipped the gap back there. Fuck yeah.

Time to say our goodbyes and thank our hosts in Prague, Petr and Lukas. Good times, hopefully see you again soon!

Björn had booked us into the Spa Hotel somewhere in the woods. “It said Prague on the website!” Yes Björn. It also said Spa. “No, we don’t have a spa, in case you’re wondering. It’s just the name”, said the girl at the reception.

“I’m going to sell this at Stalin.”

This hubba was right next to the Spa Hotel. Technically, Nisse didn’t make that trick though. He jumped off. And then we got kicked out. But hey, this is the Internet, it’s all lies and pseudonyms anyway.

Never seen that photo in my life, don’t know how it got in here.

Nothing to do with the previous photo (which I’ve not seen before btw) the story here is that Björn broke his nose in a bar one time. He ended up with a snout like a French bulldog. Couldn’t breathe too well, made a winging sound and ran out of air in the stairs. So he had a nose job. Ever seen a person who’s just had one done? Their chubs swell up like balloons. Bjerten’s nose filled up half his face. He has a photo of it on his iPhone. Ask him next time you run into him. Koffe’s looking at it right now and as you can see it’s a good one.

Off the Crack Ferry in Rostock, 6am. Match sticks wedged between eyelids and head towards Berlin.

Pit stop by the autobahn. Check the map. Check the teeth. Check your head.

This being a Sunday, Nisse Boy wallies off a church wall in Dresden to earn some points.

Josef Scott Jatta warms up his wooden legs in Dresden’s DIY park while a doppelganger looks on. Creepy. Why is that chair there anyway? Like he knew we were coming and this was going to happen.

Jonas and Bjerten get down and dirty for the sake of some more points while a primate lurks in the background.

Josef bs flipped the barrel and we piled back into the van. Quick stop for falafel and we’re on our way to Prague. Cross the boarder away from premium prices.