A mix of cellphone photos and stuff from my camera..

And it begins..

 

“Where’d I put that beer”

 

Ted’s bag

 

After our turd president got elected, some people were subtle and pretended to be Canadian when traveling. Collin is not one of those people.

 

We had a day in NYC before our euro flight, most of which was spent on a bench as we all got tickets.

 

Thanks for letting us crash, Tinez

 

It was at Tinez’s place, that we came up on this shrunken head, which became our mascot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ballers

 

A quick layover in Belgium

 

Finally, we made it. After a hell of a journey, so did Blake.

 

First stop..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ted, nollie big spin foot plant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We spent a lot of time here, but it was worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

What a hunk

 

Next time, Blake

 

 

 

The pinnacle of my bottle-flipping career

 

David and I trying to make some extra cash

 

Collin, noseblunt

 

Blake, Kickflip

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fuel

 

 

 

Amazing

 

Ted, hurricane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The front porch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blake made a point to take photos of everyone holding our shrunken head mascot..

Dollin, extremely nice dude who carries around a glass for his beer.

 

Our friend Brendan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kevin Bradley was not impressed and just poured beer on it for some reason. Thanks.

 

Thanks for the photos, Blake

 

 

 

 

 

David, noseslide

 

Blake, fifty

 

 

 

Collin, no-comply

 

Brendan

 

Rehaon ran the store around the corner from our place and would insist upon giving us fresh baked bread almost every day. He rules.

 

Ted, kickflip

 

 

This guy was on one

 

 

 

Ted, boneless

 

Collin, bean plant to noseblunt

 

David with the appropriate trick for the spot

 

 

 

 

 

Brendan, pole jam

 

 

 

This is how our crew does it. (Yes, my name is John. John Paul the third).