Ricky looked a bit confused, and was having trouble reaching the scooter just 2 metres away.

After several tries, he landed it. I’d like to say it was amazing, but it wasn’t. It was quite a good piece of reputation destruction. Ricky will never be the same after that.

Later on we stopped in a supermarket to get some food. I found a strange old lady feeding pigeons but she left as soon as she saw my camera.

It was a very long stop. This was probably one hour later the previous photo, still in the parking lot.

We headed to Filarmonic (I think that’s the name) where there was this rail. Nick and Rick wanted to do the 10 tricks on a rail challenge. Rain was threatening again, so they both went for it straight away. We also got kicked out, but Nick was able to land his 10^th trick, even with two women trying to block the run up.

Then we went to this famous spot of the city, where nobody felt like skating.

The place is quite nice though, there are always all kinds of people looking at things, and I always wonder what they are looking at.

We also met Benjamin Garcia, the local talent and really mellow guy.  I tried to share my (literally) 3 words of French with him, but from then on he spoke to me in French, really fast. I had no idea what he was talking about, and even if I tried to tell him to speak in English, he kept answering me in French, but it was actually fun figuring out what he was trying to say. We shot a photo of him switch hardflipping a set of stairs for his Check.

The night brought Monsieur Sebastien Daurel aussi, and I enjoyed beers and dinner with him. After that he came along with us to a McDonalds, Ricky felt like trying to eat 10 Big Macs.

We told him he didn’t have to eat them in a row, he had a whole day to do it. But he insisted he could do it. He didn’t break the 4^th Big Mac barrier, but was funny to see his face.

The look of a well rested, breakfasted crew.

A cat and a Frenchman.

Éric’s place is full of curios.

He was also such a good sport that he let us try and and catch a fish for one of the challenges. We failed miserably though and before long continued on our way.

Boardslides before deciding the rail sucked.

And some short-shorts fly out type stuff. Luckily for you guys this is the shot without his penis dangling out the bottom.

And after a little more driving we got hammered and turned our skatepark-campsite under a bridge in to a Pier 7 ‘basho’ where we hosted an international sumo wrestling championship. All terribly homoerotic.

Drunken Monkey style.

Sam was virtually unbeatable – thighs like a rhino.

Unflinching, even in the face of 1920s street fight moves.

Hirschi avoided defeat by maintaining his position as gyōji.

Still a win.

France vs France. France wins & France also loses.

Like Grecian sculpture.

You’ve got to pay to play. And sometimes winning comes at a price.

Guillaume ate shit.

Austria’s fine art graffiti.

Austria’s fine riders.

A spot of modern day chilling.

I wasn’t even aware of this challenge!