Anyway, on the cover we have Javier Mendizabal who seems to be floating backside over some sort of fluorescent inter-dimensional portal.

A French delegation from the Converse team head to New York to find out if America really is the land of the free. It probably didn’t take them too long to realise that’s its quite the opposite, but I’m sure they got over the disappointment. When you see the photos you’ll probably even be quite happy that none of the under 21′s could drink, it’s probably what made it such a productive trip!

We’ve also got an Element Europe  trip through Spain, with Nassim and the gang.

Cliché celebrate their fifteen years in the business, and it’s got everything you need in there. From JB doing a sick manual, to the young Adrien Coillard gapping out to bluntsliding the famous Rowley hubba in Lyon. The whole article is also “illustrated” by Chet Childress: pure madness. If you haven’t seen it yet, check out the edit.

As we mourn Blueprint’s death, Sylvain Tognelli comes through with his best full length interview to this day. I can’t wait to find out where all of these ex-Blueprint guys are going to end up.

Last but not least the European Volcom team explores a land considered uncharted by most skateboarders: Slovakia. That place has got some unbelievable spots…

Go and buy yourself a copy!

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.