Murl came prepared with ear plugs. And an ear infection.

And what better way to torture our hung over companions than to start the Hotbox challenge (heaters on full, windows closed) without telling them. There was only one shot at this so they had to suffer. We managed just short of an hour before Poju blew it by opening the back door whilst we idled at a service station.

Hugo takes his job seriously. All of them. Eating hot quiche at 110Kph can be taxing.

Eventually we made it to this place and broke out the genny. Everyone had woken up by now and the session went off. Eventually we went in search of booze and shelter for the night.

Started the day at this place and instantly began sweating balls – a seriously rad piece of concrete from the BRUSK dudes.

The locals know when to take a break.

Sam following their lead. I think this might have been the most half-naked session on record.

Juju doesn’t take breaks – fuck that noise. Straight Clash-esque pose avec Mall Grab.

Hirschi being the highest man in the air at each and every session was to become the norm.

Then this chap met something sharp with his soft fleshy shin. To his credit he remained calm despite having all manner of phone and camera pointed at him. Session kind of died down after this…

To the streets.

Where further post-hammer chilling was required.

…and back to the pain. Pete loves this shit.

A.B.D. by yourself? Like that matters. Juju backside flip.

And a frontside jumper from Murl. Successful first day’s hunting.

Last minute ditch check before home time and everyone was going ape shit for the pole jam, despite the thunderstorm that was kicking off. Dallas switch front 180 pole jam in. Twice. In the rain. It’s like that with these guys.

And then we set up camp inside Cosanostra where Juju cooked us all a slap up meal and we probably had a few beverages…cloudy memories.

See you tomorrow.