Latest happenings

So, first of all we had the gypsy hobo lady that actually robbed Håkon in Paris, while we were sitting on the grass. She pretty much just took 4 euro from in front of his face, by distracting him with asking for a cookie. When he leaned for the cookie box, she just took the money that was on the ground, but thing is, coins make a lot of sound. So we all reacted and told her to give us the money back, and the police was just by us. This thief was so good that when the police brought her back to us, we couldn`t find any euros in her palm, only small 20cent coins. So I got pissed and just picked out all she had of cent coins in her hand and sent her away. Then she walked away cursing at me in bulgarian, and Håkon got 2 euros back in small coins. :)

So, now we have been in Barcelona for about 6 days, and have been hanging out with some great people from South Africa, a guy from Australia and some Americans. Skating Barcha is great, and partying here is insane. We went to Tequila bar, that explains it all. Beach is great, full of topless girls, and skateboarding here is MEKKA! We love it here....

"Cola Fanta Chervesa Beer" is something you hear every 3 minutes on the beach here, because there is a lot of guys walking around selling the stuff. They apparently also sell hasj, ALL of them... and me and Håkon get asked if we want to buy every time, of course... That kinda sucks, cus we just get so stereotyped. I mean, one doesn`t necessarily smoke weed just because one has dreads. Argh!

But anyway, heres some photos:

Quotes from the trip so far

So, as you all expect, after all driving and boring moments, we have both developed a couple of weird standard quotes. Sittings in a car for 8 hours changes your mood into a some what apathy(ish) state of mind.

So, while Håkon drives the car, there are those sweet moments when Tibi suddenly yells "...ROAD KILL!!!" while spotting dead animals in the road, or "...look, ...a bird!", and then follows another hour of silence.

"Oh shit, I gotta pee so bad!" is also one of Tibis popular quotes, since his bladder is not of the best quality. Håkon usually replies with something like "...Ohhhh.... again?! Jeezz..."

In the beginning of the trip the quote "Wooh woooh, that``s`the sound of the police!" was also very popular every time a cop car drove by, but then we went to Paris where cop cars and sirens are something you see every 5 minutes, so we got tired of that shit.

In France we discovered (to our great disappointment) that people "...don`t parle(speak) that shit!", and that became a pretty popular quote for our stay in France.

One of Håkons great excitements when he drives the car is looking at the road. That`s when he gets the chance to study other cars, and the road. So, for some reason, he always points out certain things that excite him, "Tibi, look, those are Germans driving...!". Tibi has heard this shit 100 times now.

Day 17 - 3600km - Barcelona

We've done it. We're in Barcelona. We haven't updated in a while because we've toured the countryside of France where they haven't heard of fancy stuff like Internet (or English) Sweet shit. Pictures will come.

Time for *Tibis little stories*

Yeah... Yesterday was beautiful, and we wanted to go out skateboarding in Paris. So about 3 a clock we went out bought some food and went to the tower. We sat there looking at all the ridiculous people taking pictures of the worlds most useless building (a good looking one though) and finished our food.

After that me and Håkon decided to split from Kenneth for a while, so he could take his morning walkabout and we could go skating. And so we did. We asked some people if they knew of any spots, and they were all talking about this park. Se we got the direction, the metro numbers and everything, and out we went in search of it. So we started walking back from the Eiffel tower, towards the city. We were looking for a metro station. Thing is metro stations are hard to find. So we walked and walked and did not find one. Asked some people about it, and we were apparently 5 minutes away from one. It turns out we were 20 minutes away, but still, we found it. ...thig is, to our big surprise, they did`n sell tickets. So, what do we do?... well I said fuck it and tried to walk through the door without a ticket. BUT, Just as I was about to go through, the door closes really fast and smashes the shit out of me! The door apparently have movement sensors. So, after some effort I got myself out of the door that had just mashed my ass and we kept on looking.

We finally found a station and got in. We then asked some locals about the skate park again, and this guy starts talking about number 6 and the end of that station. The clock was now 7 - 8ish... We took the freakin metro, got outside and to our great surprise we were at the exact location where we had started off, once again, the Eiffel tower. RIGHT ON! Thats a 3/4 hour city circle. So we gave up, and just skated Eiffel...

Skateboarding

So Paris is the shit when it comes to skatebording, here's a couple pictures.

Brüssel - Paris - 2100km

Yeap, we're in Paris, we managed to find a hotel in the most sketchy part of the city, and tibi almost got mugged after 5 minutes in the city. Driving here is hopeless, especially in heavy rain.

Gutta boys

We're still some bad ass motherfuckers.

This is french milk, NOT washing powder. weird.

Day 8 - 1705km

BRÜSSEL

WohO - Brüssel

So we picked up this random hobo-hitchhiker in Rotterdam, and his been tagging along, it seems he'll tag along to Paris. Sweet. Paris tomorrow fosho.

Tibi hasn't got any clean underwear, I do.

People can't speak English anymore, we can't speak french. Problem.

Status rapport

Tibi - As far as I am concerned, I have no more clean underwear cus it seems that finding a washing machine is pretty damned hard, so my boxers are going on their second round now... That is indeed discusting, but what`s a man to do....? Yeah, and I just threw a pair of shoes because they smelled that bad. The heat changes my body into a sponge, so sweat just pores out.

Håkon is a bit sick of packing in and out, between his backpack and bag. He is also a bit sick of looking at the road, the never ending road... But he is pleased with his new shoes. He`s skating the shit out of them....

Yeah, and we are also very hungry all the time.... And weird people come over all the time to talk about random things, that`s weird.

WORD!

day 6 - 1200km

AMSTERDAM
Hard to find a place to sleep.
sketchy people all around
smell of marijuana in the streets
naked women in the windows
sketchy people selling coke
all kinds of drugs - "PENIS XXL - penisenlagrer"'

- almost illegal to take photos

Time for *Tibis little stories*

Yeah, so we tried driving from Bremen(Germany) to Amsterdam(Netherlands). Turns out its not that easy.

We started driving, and we were thinking about 4 hours until Amster. Just as we were driving out Bremen we realized we were on the wrong highway. But we managed that right. Came back on the right road, and drove a little while, until we realized we were lost again. It appears this time we drove 2 hours extra just to get back. But we were still in a good mood trying to get to CraZy ass city, Amster.

So we drove a bit til, and stopped for a toilet and some gas. After filling gas we started driving, and after half an hour Håkon yells "fuck! I forgot the gas tank lock. And as you all know, getting back to some gas station on the highway is a one hour business. We yelled and cursed a bit, got pissed and punched the car, and went back for the lock. After a good period of irritation we arrived the gas station only to find out (here is where it gets hilariously WHACK) that it was the station behind the one we were at (2 stations away).

So this is where the level of sweat and frustration reaches the hight, and we are both sitting there, thinking of all sorts of HELL & mAdness & anarchy shit, doing the same highway round again. Finally we get to the right station after even an hour, and see the lock on the ground, but our surprise the fucking THING is broken, by someone who probably drove on it. So... what does one do in such a shitty ass situation?? Well, you duck tape the thing on, and continue driving the same freaking road. We had already driven for 6 hours... we had 2 left.

So go figure! When we got to Amster the clock was 21:05, and it took us 3 hours to find a hostel. WOOOHOOOO; FUCK YEAH!

day 5 - 950km

ALRIGHT!

smells like smellen.

30degrees, 30 litres of sweat, and 30 litres of beer.

that about sums it up.

Copenhagen:

came, drank, left. did not talk to anyone. Scandinavia sucks! We peaced out to Germany and tibi expected the same style. But Bremen proved him wrong. They have Becks, the best beer in the world. (according to them)

We met a bunch of random kids.

Now; pictures.

O-O-Thats the sound of the police!

Here are the random gangstas that beered us up.

I bet him that the girls we wistled at wouldn`t come back... Apparently I lost. They were random russians drinking something unfamiliar, beer. They felt like chilling. We did also.

sddf

Tibi is passed out on the bed in the lower left corner. Shit happens.

Day1 - 45km

Alright, due to the internationality of this trip, we are changing the blogs language from our beautiful Norwegian to the more commonly spoken English.

Day 1, stop 1

We still haven't left the motherland, but we have travelled 45km, and ended up in Kristiansand, capital of the bible belt. Shit's hot and about to get down. 23 degrees Celsius. We're looking forward to warmer climes, cause it's hot. pictures :

As you can clearly see, in this picture, tibi is about to stab HOdizzle in the face.

White TRASH cookin'

Ready and steady for that danskeferje tomorrow, oh yeah, good night.