Despite delaminating windscreens and emergency landings in Detroit, I managed to make it home in one piece from Malaga, Spain via Barcelona and London. Here are some jumbled photos… Malaga was where the party started, Etnies filmer Benny was out-pinnacled in every way possible by his Pedro counter part, check the bootleg razor blades.
Bull fighting is alive and well (depending on what species you are) in the south of Spain, hundreds of people crowd into a confined space in the blazing mid-day sun to watch an old school Luke Skywalker stab a (pre-)exhausted bull to death in the name of “Cultural Traditions”.
Other people sit in the blazing sun and film skaters wanting to stab themselves to death in the blazing hot sun. Oli Beurgin, exhibit one.
Not Jose Rojo, he knows the good life: “When it comes to food, you can always trust me to find the Bombay spot!”
In England, we do n’t condone killing of animals for sport, but there murder on the breakfast plate fo shizzle.
In Leeds, Jose went down but Leo was there to pick him up.
Demo craze.
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