i never do this kinda shit, but i wanna give a big ol shout out to chris at two zero four skate/snowboard shop in selkirk. he`s always supported me as much as a dude possibly could. if your ever in the `kirk, stop by and say hey to him, and buy some hoodies with my designs on `em `cause i`m poor.
for toad
this stuff tasted exactly like pork to the point that i felt bad for eating it. but it wasn`t.
so joan set it up so i could skate the inaugural demo at this new bowl in guayaquil. he took me to bro with this dude named cochis, who designed the park. he showed me photos of him skating back in the day. this is him grinding parque la carolina the year it was built, `79.
del mar `81
posse up
hostal grubbin`
this man would cut you
fish are great
but fruit is better
for ains
im pretty psyched on breakfast with the iguanas, but i`ll let you in on a little secret. watch yo` self around iguanas. when they piss, its not like a stream of piss comes out of a peehole, they have some kinda piss trap door and they just drop a huge load of piss all at once. i saw a little girl get dumped on , it was radical. but i always took the roundabout way through the park after that, cause honestly, that shit`ll ruin your day.
if my art career doesnt take off, im startin a set lunch vegan joint. that shits gotta be a goldmine.
or maybe ill just go hare krishna and buy a sweet truck. either way is good with me really.
this is awesome
in the afternoon when their blood warms up, the iguanas fully go off
i went to the park to draw and bumped into this hype art dude named blaus, he showed me some of his work, i showed him some of mine...
...he bought me juice. aparently it`ll make your weiner like a rock.
then he started explaining to me how hes a raw foods vegan and im all "bro! you`re killing it!" he`s been vegan for 26 years or somethin, raw for 6. he`s pretty worried about amoeba`s in food.. he was a bit hefty for a vegan.
met up with joan to go to the inauguration
rad
did i mention how much of a babe joan`s lady is??? joan and carolina.
so the park is in the rich ass part of town. its basically at a country club designed for rich people to drop their kids off and have cocktails in the clubhouse. its like the opening at the forks, but every day. i guess i look like a huge scumbag by now, cause i`ve been wearing the same shirt for two months, and joan was like "bro, youre gonna need a nicer shirt, theyre gonna make you wear one." then when we went and talked to cochis he was like "yeah bro, well set up up with a new shirt for the demo." and they hadn`t actually communocated that to one another, they both just new. sure enough they made me wear a different shirt. and when i got to joan`s place he`s like "bro, you cant wear those shorts" so i had to go change.
its got everything your kid wants, an eight foot ramp
and an eight foot bowl
well, have fun hauling little kids off in stretchers. it took about half an hour for a kid to fully speedbumb his arm. busted.
it was actually pretty rad to see a bunch of surfers skate a pool. cause the way they approached shit was so different, but still awesome looking. they would always grab their frontside edge on backside carves, like when you get barreled on a surfboard or whatever. and when they try frontside ollies, they always go 270, cause in surfing they do that then slither around again. it was pretty hype.
we had to stop skating for a while, cause we were s`pozda have helmets on, so i got all jocko weyland on that shit. it was pretty sweet light.
at first it was a bit sketchy feelin , but it ended up being pretty sweet that they hadn`tput the tiles in yet. There was this rough strip at the lip and when you did slash grinds your wheel made a sweet maching gun noise. you gotta let `em know you`re in town!
i got bored of not skating, so i took a walk around. this dude is some kinda big deal i guess.
they had free whiskey, but i wasn`t really feelin` it, so i left it at one.
aparently the soccer demo bro`s got payed to be there, all i got was a lousy t-shirt.
my photo bro was psyched to borrow james`s fish.
the bald dude is bro, he runs a company called g`quill and the other bro is a photographer too
there were some bros there from chile who ripped hard. i didnt shoot any real skate flicks though.
i seriously doubt the structural integrity of that vert ramp.
soccer demo scene
this kid was there.
afterwards we hit this bar that i wasnt really feeling cause im a social misfit.
but then they played NORTHWEST so i was psyched. ben krahn is fucking insane.
i found bread that isn`t cake.
i got some mystery food
it ended up tasting exactly like mashed yams with brown sugar.
i figured out whats up with cheap peanut butter. so im gonna come home fat as hell.
went to another museum. blaus works here.
great quill work
and beautiful floors
this dudes hands and feet were on point. really similar to samflores.
when we went to prison, we got shown the cell where this dude was held, then the balcony that he was thrown off of and killed. he ws then dragged around town by horses or somethin.
not nearly as awesome as james`s recent photos of dead people
beautiful night
this was great, i wish i had my film camera for this
it was my last night in tow, so joan and carolina took me up the hill to scope the view
this guy`s friends are dicks
a couple of great things
the aforementioned tearjerker
bye-bye fenix
this dude dressed like a columbian clown was getting hella arrested
guayaquil is a pretty gnarly place. theres a pretty crazy dynamic where the parks are all heavily guarded so theyre beautifull, and the market was super clean and comfortable. but the streets were absolutely disgusting. every day at 6am the streets were perfectly clean, and by 8pm they would be filthy disgusting. i every day at 6am the streets were perfectly clean, and by 8pm they were filthy disgusting. i saw so many sights that were so insane that i couldnt even shoot photographs, so many super down and out people and people with insane medical afflictions everywhere. but there were so many beautiful people too, it was a great experience to spend that time there.
emo skateboarding broment. for jimbo
so i biked from santa elena to montañita
"it`s in the hammock district"
for tristin
makin` due
so im cooking dinner, and the other dude staying at the hostal is listening to some insane noise. i was pretty much convinced it was probably called "the worlds worst music ever recorded" for a while. then i decided that it was probably some next level adam sandler type shit i`d never heard before. every song sounded like when jimbo picks up a guitar and makes fun of all stupid cliche`d bullshit. then i went to the t.v and it was lou reed. is lou reed for real or is it a super funny joke??? i couldnt quite figure it out.
manglaralto
its hype how i used to think that that japanese style of drawing rocks was some crazy stylisation, then when you actually see rocks in the ocean they just look like that.
hermit crabs are killing it
art school self portrait
"every day is like sunday"
"dreamcatchers totally work..." just like guayaquil, my perception of montañita was drastically altered this time around. i busted out with no delay.
it was wet out, but i didn`t wanna wait for the sun to come out, so i saddled up anyways.
pretty much the whole ride was climbing and bombing hills. it was worth it to see the hype costal forests.
so i came to an insane washout, the whole road was mud, and pothole central, but i didnt wana walk it, so i just bombed through it. i got crank deep in mud at a few spots.
it sucked that you coudn`t bomb hills full bore cause all of a sudden the road could go dresden and fuck up your tires. so you had to ride the brake and keep er below 40k. lesson learneed.
after a couple hours in the saddle this is heaven
this dude was sellin` whale bones
cruised through some nice little fishing town
i wasn`t the only one havin trouble kepin air in my tires.
this view comin into puerto lopez was rad.
james has been waitin for this one. "team discovery channel!!!" "leap forth my burly protector and SAAAAVE me!"
i trimmed the bag down even more in lima. lovin` it.
they had a pretty roots fresh air market
got some goods to grind on
i used to be really psyched on white bread as a little guilty pleasure, but lately im pretty over it.
these cats were making out 24/7
another one for you tristin!!! the coast is where tristin and i spent a lot of our trip here in 2004. so i saw lots of familiar faces and sights. i thought of you non stop on the coast T.
made veggies with a fruity peanut sauce
back in the saddle, i was all psyched up to go to this beach, but it seriously cost twelve bucks, so i kept rollin`
i scoped this hype beach and decided it was a good alternative to los frailles
caught a pedal in the ol` archilles tendon while shootin` the beach
it was dope black sand
i dont ever actually go in the ocean, cause im a`scared of it, i only ever get this far
for meera singh
caught one of these in the foot
i though this was a pretty sweet bench till the tide came in and almost drenched me completely.
all the climbing in crazy gears i guess twisted the chain up and busted it.
momento`s
the whole coast is just climb a hill, scope these amazing beaches, then bomb the hill, its fucking awesome.
this town was mega-little
i though i was a fish out of water in the jungle shootig oxen. but in this town honestly, it was twenty times worse. the only way i could`ve been more of a spectacle would be if the kids had poked at me with sticks. i was sittin there, with all my gear and bike and shit, in shorts and no shirt and school let out and honestly twenty five kids just mobbed me, in complete silence, they surrounded me completely as i was making sandwiches and watched. no one was saying anything, then some kid would wisper to another, and they`d stiffle laughter. it sucked, then when i finished lunch, i bro`d with them a bit and it was less awkward. they were psyched on my skateboard.
when they figured out what was up with my camera they all went absolutely apeshit, look at the kids dashing up in the background to get in on the photo sesh.
it`s hype how half the kid`s bunny ears were peace signs and half were horns
the kid in the front was trying desperately to haymaker his bro in the face. it ruled
for such a tiny town, they sure had a hype park. almost shreddable
so after scoping prices at hostals, i decided ten buchs was out of my price range. and i decided to sleep on the beach. i found a busted hammock and rigged it up with my length of rope (lesson: always travel with a sturdy length of rope.). after i set up camp i found the outhouse
this is me totally blowing film photos by blogging them first. i couldn`t hold these.
the beach was pretty beautifull
stuff im psyched i didn`t step on
stuff im bummed i did step on
the town was totally ghost. they have a surf competition every year so the beach has tons of cabanas and bars and shit, but they were all deserted, so i just st up camp at one of `em.
this ruled
the virgin mary, charlie chaplin, a skull....
i drew the turtles. i actually did something i hardly ever do anymore, that is draw from life. i almost always draw from photos, lately off of a tiny screen. it felt pretty legit of me to sit down with the subject right in front of me.
and ate the hypest fries
so i blew a slick bombing a hill. the road went dresden, i hit the brake and skid a bit, fuck, all well... so my bike adventures only took me 520 kilmoeters, i guess thats an alright run. i would`ve liked to make it twice that, but them`s the breaks, another lesson learned.
i got pretty ravaged by sand flies
these bugs were bonin` in some insane fashion
for steven
gotta love bus food
anytime the road turns inland, its amazing greeneery everywhere. and tons of banana trees
great logo
our lives defenitely have way too few mules...
...and hammocks
settled down in canoa for a few days. they had a good veggie burger
and a hype lap cat
a new fav`
another one for ains
i hung out on the beach, which i never do, i was contemplating surfing...
...then this went down
if you look hard in the background you can see a dude shredding a wave
i stepped right into the middle of a gunfight! i appreciated that they actually had caps in their guns.
amazing burritos
when i woke up i was twenty four years old
for shalynn
ive been trying to catch this particular moment of light in most of the places i go. you only get about seven minutes to get the right balance, this day i was slippin and had to shoot it through the bathroom window as i pee`d
back to the big city.
got to ride a boat for a bit
for cain, i`m workin on it buddy, she`s a toughie one though
for nick
for the schled
so i went to the market before catching a long ass bus ride. got food, made sandwiches in my fifteen minutes before the bus. i was all psyched up that i wasnt gonna stavrve for the whole ride. then as im gettin on theiy`re all "no food on executive class" fuckin bourgeois ass buss, i had to check all my bags and i got frisked heavy duty. bogus. old avacado sandwiches suck.
on the bus they only ever play "city of god" or some brutal action film. true to form, we watched city of god, then bad boys two. but then all of a sudden they threw in ricky-o. scott mclaren`s been telin me to watch it forever. i think its maybe even better to see it for the first time in not-english just so i could apreciate the insanity of itall. honestly a dude slits his stomach open just so he can try to strangle hricky-o to death with his intestines. and he FAILS! if that`s not cinema i don`t know what is.
the busride through the cloud forest is insanely beautifull
rad election art
so im back in quito, i did a big ass lap of ecuador and peru, now im here again. and im glad to be in familiar surroundings. james and i should be reunited in a few days. shred will ensue.
