its Jamie time!
if you hate reading this stuff or cant actually read theres sparkely moving pictures acompanied by lovely sounds at the bottom of the post.
. DANCE YAMIE DANCE
All summer I had been planning a nice long Euro filming trip, me Sheb, the Fit One an maybe even Poom if he’d stop chasing dwarf girls and riches for a few days. Anyway that trip never happened, I don’t know why, it just didn’t.
So, the seasons coming to an end an were all in need of some far away magical lands, the flights were cheap enough, well not for sheb so I paid for his (he has actually paid me back for this, something I really wasn’t expecting, Joe would be proud!) Tuai bunked off work at the muscle boy’s massive muscle gym an we all met at the airport on a lovely cold English morning.
The flight didn’t take off for hours maybe due to the hushed voices of three English scallys joking about a game called bomb, the rules being who can shout bomb the loudest as you go through airport security but maybe because of the strikes in France. in the wait we managed to upset the campest airhost man in the world and work out exactly how sheb wasn’t gona do a double cork. When Finally in the air we ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, porridge, ummmm lush!
I had arranged for us to stay at the lovely Miss Ly Gomez’s house just outside Barcelona, we spent a few day’s skating some of the coolest street id ever seen, trashing her house (literally trashing it, one whole wall got painted with olive oil, glass got smashed and her neighbours got offended, I apologise) which she seemed to love.
oil me up baby
There’s a lot more, a lot lot more to tell about this part of the trip but its not my place to tell, if you see sheb or two- eye about ask them, they’ll be more than happy to enlighten you an they’ll defiantly make you laugh. over these days we met a chap called Qbo, this was the beginning of the end for whitey king sheb. what a beast Mr Qbo turned out to be, the soundest chap ever, riding the shittest old board but still killing it with the coolest snowboard style I’ve ever seen, Scottish eat your heart out!
After three wild days and three even wilder nights I got hold of Flavio AKA flab man the owner or El sot mountain board park and all round mega sound legend, he came an picked us up we made for his toilet free paradise.
Id seen some photos of the park but they really didn’t do it justice, El sot means the hole and it really is in a huge hole with woods all around and not a house in sight. We set up our pop up tent, chucked all our crud in the thing then rode, that park has so many different things to ride, you can spend a week there an still do something totally new on the last day.
piss flaps
The days flew by, filled with Voll Damn, mountain boarding, skateboarding, rallying (one of the funnest parts of the trip) and friend making. In the local town theirs a bar called Bar Rock, yeah I know, what a name! anyway we spent most of our evenings in that place getting merry and getting to know the locals, that town is full of the nicest most welcoming people I’ve ever met. On the second night we got chatting to the bar lady the lovely miss Anna an ended up going for a midnight rally with her an Philva (another local legend), damn, she scared the shit out of me but she sure knew how to drive that car. We made it home in one piece an passed out pretty soon.
I woke in the middle of the night to what sounded like a gang of dogs barking and circling the tent, we’d been told not to keep any food in the tent because of wild bore but I’m pretty sure Sheb had a few nibbles tucked away in his pockets or hair for safe keeping, I spent a while trying not to move but got cramp so rolled over to find Tuai doing exactly the same, sheb slept through the whole thing of course. we did had a fuckin big knife but none of us would have had the balls to go head to head with a gang of wild pigs so we just lay there all night shitting our self’s. After that little experience we moved all our stuff into the metal container at the park which we subsequently turned into a total shit hole, much to the disappointment of Fatima, sorry!
On one of the days Flavio took us up one of the mountains to do a bit of freeride, I was well excited because I don’t do any ware near enough of that kind of riding anymore. We woke sheb with a barrel of beer and made our way to the summit. The view was incredible, you could literally see for miles and miles. We did our stretches an then set off. Not having a clue what was round the next corner was well cool. One of the locals Bollie was off like a shot, he’d strait line until he got to warp speed then chuck a powerful slide an start again, classic! It was great to be free riding again, especially with such a class bunch of riders. I think the run was 6k’s or something, definitely felt long. We all jumped in the cars an made our way to the next spot, on the way we came to the top of a tarmac mountain road that Tuai wanted to ride, Bollie followed him down with us a few corners behind in the car, then ten minutes later we came round a hairpin to find Bollie lying in the road with a dislocated shoulder, I’ve now learnt that he broke it in 6 places. So yeah that put a bit of a shitter on the day but after a quick trip to the hospital he was fixed up an smiling again.
tuais fault!
That night we met up with everyone at the bar then jumped in Anna’s car an made for a club called MAD, what a fuckin epic night, I snoged and got a beer from a 38year old married woman with a twin (Qbo was getting some loving off her twin), did the moon walk on the pissy toilet floor with a bunch of French bays, raved my fuckin tits off an ended up in a bar with a bunch of old men about to go to work eating squid, garlic sauce and drinking wine, don’t know how we got home but we did.
I woke up feeling like I had been swimming in a sea of garlic an with a vague memory or kissing the bouncer at MAD. I cant remember much of that day but I think we just pissed about at the park, photographing dumps, catching rays an playing football. That night (haloween) at about 12 oclock an after geting turned into zombie harry potter hitler lookalikes by Anna then having about 12 beers at the bar we got in flabs pick up an drove out to a farm where there’s a indoor skate park (El Rancho) run by a sick bmx/blader.
harry hitler
There must have been 40 people all sitting about getting smashed an cheering when we stacked while the boss cracked jokes over a megaphone an reminded everyone they sold beer. We left at about 3am with a bag of bubblegum melon’s each, all thoroughly skated out. We returned to el rancho three or four times over the duration of our trip, I lost my mp3 player in the foam pit an somehow we found it again, magic!
On one of the last days Flabman took us to a different indoor park, this place had a vert and a ridiculously slippery mini, it wasn’t so great for a skateboard but I worked a treat to mountain board at, afterwards one of Ly’s friends arrived and drove me to the shop to pick up yet more beer, she couldn’t speak much English an I cant speak any Spanish so that was a fun drive. We all met up at the bar that evening where we kicked off a mega limbo session, the limbo bar being mine an Qbo’s hoodie strings tied together, I’m pretty sure we even got some limbo music going, the whole place was dancing about an trying to get under us, this in a local pub in a village of no more that 2000, classic. Again there was a lot more to this night that I’ve told but again its probably not my place to tell.
limbacious
On the last day we met up with all the locals an drove to a local town for a spot of shopping, eating, helium inhaling and getting about as close to having the bomb unit called as is possible without it actually happening. We packed our stuff, broke the video camera and had our last cooking lesson with Fatima (Spanish omlet!)
all the babes love a good cook
as were about to go to bed I decided to check the tickets to make sure I had the correct time for the morning, turns out I had it all wrong an we still had an extra day. The only reason this is even worth mentioning is because Anna skived school to come an say goodbye, an all the rest of the gang were gona meet us mega early that morning for coffee and farewells. We spent our last day playing amazing card games an hanging about the town, cant think of a better way to end such an awesome trip!
enjoy the footage!
j time part 1
j time part2
to see all the photos from this trip, an damn theres some beauties. go to the atcproductions facebook page. xx