After a night under the bridge and on the bottle we were awoken by a street cleaner who was convinced we were a band of homeless people. True in a temporary sense. Except for Dykmans who snuck away and got himself a hostel for the night..Bad form old bean. Haha.
The first of our encounters with the early morning lone riders of Southern Germany.
And the harsh sideways rain that nearly broke Hugo off.
Some 100% German skate art here.
And some 100% childish skate art.
More evidence of the rain. This skatepark leaks a bit. Good fun though..
I like to cal this one: James Vooght looking into the mid-distance with a mouthful of sandwich.
Eventually it dried up enough to skate so we ventured into the streets, well we all got pissed on the steps at this kinked ledge and watched Sam try to get a trick. Dallas’ suggestion that Sam pour beer on the landing in an attempt to aid the revert seemed like a good idea at the time, well it was funny when he kept slipping out..
More of a farewell wave than a hello..Let’s leave this city and sleep under the stars.