TM Alex was feeling the Hugo wig.

Phil about to make his own interpretation of Hugo.

Nassim and his own interpretation of what is real gangsta!

Jarne chillin’, Niki filmin’ and Ruben skatin’…

Nassim foolin’!

Phil post session restin’

A proper van’s trunk.

Nick got addicted to Spanish olives. Not the ideal breakfast some would say, but after hearing him say how good they were all the people in the car ended up eating them.  They were gone 2 minutes after we left the supermarket.

That’s Jean Marie, I think he forgot something at the supermarket.

We were looking for some supplies, I think to get the DIY spot done. Nick found a tool to play with.

Ricky got used to Spanish culture really fast. Chain-drinking coffee is one of them.

There was a dog beside our coffee table who was scratching his back like crazy.

And good kid Sergio Muñoz doing doing the same, but for different reasons.

Jan doesn’t like to waste time and he doesn’t mind to get his hands dirty. He alone built his own DIY spot. And he alone skated it. This was actually against one of the walls of a basketball court, and one of the locals showed up after a while all pissed off because we fucked his court up. Have you seen the arms on these guys!? Well, you’d better not mess with them. We apologised, promising to clean it all before we left.

And Jan alone ripped it. Frontside wallride.

Time to clean our shit from the court. Let’s just have a BBQ first.

We headed to Rentería, a small town which, a long time ago, was only famous for the amount of junkies living there. Now it’s all changed, it’s full of skate junkies instead. And guess what? Locals have built an amazing DIY concrete pool in a squat. Iván Rivado ripped the place. Taildrop from the chicken’s house.

A quick look to the trashcan describes the evening pretty well.

Don’t let society bring you up.

Easing ourselves into the day with a spot of underpass lurking.

Before we found a spot we could get kicked out of again.

But not before I found this amazing angle….ahem..

Can’t very well just walk past the Blackpool Tower without a snapshot.

Hirschi sizes up a rather long stair jump whilst we do our damndest to tick off the illusive Motorboat challenge with a couple of girls hidden behind the bamboo.

Hirschi can’t walk away from an ollie, no matter how long it may be or how shite the run up is. Unfortunately there was no motorboat this night but we drowned our sorrows in fine fashion and even collected a few points later on, thanks to a few of flashes of boob. Thanks for the mammaries Paris.