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Just Another Weekend Down Under

On Saturday, February the 21st ASRA President Haggy Strom and myself got up before dawn to embark on a reconnoissance mission to the victorian alps to scope out and skate some of the best mountain roads this country has to offer. After months of talking about what roads were possible to skate we finally decided its time to go down and actually check it all out. We flew down to Albury, hired a car and began the drive down towards Mt Beauty and Falls Creek. Our first stop was a small gas station in Dederang, where we stopped for some munchies and to inquire about the mountain roads down towards Mt Beauty and Falls creek. The attendant told us the roads there were very long and windy with beautiful scenery, and when we told him we were there to skate down them on our longboards he was completely blown away, but at the same time interested, and told us we were in for the ride of our lives. This definitely put smiles on our faces and got us very excited.

Our next stop was just outside of Mt Beauty at a road called Tawonga Gap Road, which is the link road between Mt Beauty and Bright. I had been told about this road by Pete Conolly who road it when he was down here for Newton’s Playground last March, and just like he had described, it was steep, fast and very technical. It seemed like it took forever to drive up, but that just added to the excitement. Haggy, being fairly new to the whole downhill thing, seemed a bit nervous about skating down this road, so i told him if he didn’t skate it i would have to kick him in the nuts, it just cant get much better than this where we are from. He wasn’t going to back down. We parked the car at the look-out looking over the town of Mt Beauty and started to gear up, while a few people drove by and slowed down giving us weird looks saying ‘your going down on your skateboard….?’. It was pretty cool to see the interest they had, as they must have never seen anything like this before.

One of the hairpins Tawonga Gap Rd has to offer. The road itself was a little bit rough for the first few hundred meters, but then dove into a very tight right hand hairpin covered in smooth hot mix and then opened up to about 2k’s of sweeping turns. After a while you start judging the corners by the recommended speed limits on the road signs, and then the 2nd gnarly hairpin comes out at you. It was pretty wide but fairly steep. On Haggy’s first run he was greeted by 2 semi-trailers coming round the corner, it looked kind of sketchy from my point of view but Haggy had enough control over his speed to slow down enough and take the corner like a pro, giving the truck drivers a wave as he did so.

The next section was a lot faster, with more straight lines and looser corners that came into an incredibly steep right hand switch back that drops about 12m with some sharp banking on the inside that slingshot you around it and exiting at some pretty high speeds. From then on it was holding the tuck with some slight bends and then the final hairpin, a very loose and wide right hander (with a big ‘Reduce Speed Now’ sign before it) that shot you down the final straight.

After a couple of runs, hi-fives and burning legs we decided it was time to continue on and explore the road leading down to Falls Creek. From Mt Beauty to falls creek there is 36k’s of winding road, up and down the whole way. Every bit of downhill road either going towards or away from Falls Creek was very skate-able. There was not one bit of straight road the whole way, and the surface was pretty smooth and consistent. We counted at least 10 downhill runs on the way to falls creek, each of which were very fast and technical. But the main event was the final section of road leading up to Falls Creek from the creek just past the town of Bogong. The road is around 16k’s and constant winding downhill, full of sweeping corners and big loose hairpins with a few 90 degree stingers here and there. When i rode it from top to bottom it took nearly 15 minutes to do the whole run.

Haggy and i decided to play on the top section of this road, which is about 7 or 8k’s long leading down to switchback creek, a massive 270 degree switchback corner that has a small up-hill run out (you can ride over it and keep going) that we were finishing our runs on. The Road starts up at the town of Falls Creek and runs along side it to start with before shooting you into 4 or 5k’s of constant left/right corners with a few long left handers thrown in the mix. The road goes on past the gates of Falls Creek and out into a lush forest with dense vegetation either side. It gets a fairly bit faster and the corners get a lot tighter, with 3 gnarly 90 degree right handers that are banked on the inside and a few left/right sweepers before coming down into switchback creek. The road was amazing, there was basically no traffic at all and the feeling of freedom you got while flying through the corners of this winding paradise was awesome. We did as many runs as our legs could handle, before calling it a day.

We were staying in a nice little apartment in the town of Falls Creek kindly lent to us by Braden, the man behind www.charliedontskate.com, and as we drove around to found the place we realized that the town itself was a longboarding heaven. The roads were steep as all hell and each corner was a 180 degree switch back. You could run from the top of the town to the bottom and would have the ride of your life, but only if your skills were high enough to be constantly sliding and speed checking each corner because the roads were so steep. We then sat down with a couple of the locals and fired up a barbecue with a couple of beers and told them about the downhill skating scene. They were pretty stoked on the whole thing and were getting really into it. They were kind enough to share some of the local knowledge and point out some other great hills around the Victorian Alps. After a few beers and some very drunken table tennis Haggy and I decided to call it a night and went up to pass out.

The next day we were greeted with clear blue skies and fresh mountain winds, then had some breakfast before going out to sample some of the hills in the town. Just outside where we were staying was the top of the run, and the first gnarly corner. We stayed here and sessioned it a little bit before making our way down the town sessioning all the corners we could find. Each of them were super fast and super tight. I donated a fair bit of Urethane to the roads of falls creek sessioning these corners as well as a little bit of skin when i hit a small crack doing a stand up slide down the steep sections.

After playing in the town, it was back out to the main road where we geared up in our leathers and skated the road going out of the town again. Haggy had a bit more knowledge of the road and was really ripping it up, he had the biggest smile on his face at the end of each run. After about two runs some of the locals showed up and came out to take some photos, so Haggy and i got to have a few runs together, which was really fun. One of the locals Pete (also known as PC) was shooting out the back of a car and got some really wicked shots, showing some great scenery and a bit of the town at the same time.

We then decided to end the session and grab some food before heading back to Albury to fly home. The thick shakes and cheese burgers we got from the cafe at the top of the town were superb, and really hit the spot. It was a real shame to drive away from that place as the energy up there was really positive. Everything seemed so laid back and the scenery and fresh mountain air was really good for the soul. It was a feeling of freedom. On the drive back towards Mt Beauty we discovered another good downhill run which we sort of overlooked on the way out. The road leading into MT Beauty itself looked amazing. The road was smooth as hell and was full of winding turns. Not as long as the falls creek run but the corners seemed really nice. It was a shame we didn’t have time to skate it but we will definitely spend some time on that hill next time we are there. This trip was definitely one of the most amazing skate trips i’ve been on. It was such an awesome experience to explore our beautiful country and find some of the best roads it has to offer, and not only that but get to skate them too! Big thanks goes to ASRA for supporting the trip and making it possible, and i will definitely have to go back there soon to explore all the roads there is on offer.

Jackson Shapiera

Posted by raynelongboards | February 24, 2009 | Categories: Team | Tags: Jackson Shapiera | 1 Comment

Long Trek on Skate Decks

paulpush

Day 17: Day long Decent

We woke up on the fish farm after having a great sleep with a star filled sky. For breakfast the patrons of the restaurant/farm served us the best French fries we have eaten in Peru. I felt better too. Fortunately the fish that I had watched die for my meal the night before did help. I was no longer ill and I already felt stronger. Then we were off to finish our hard earned downhill. We skated all day into 60 kph head winds. It was very frustrating to say the least. We should have been flying down the road doing 60-70 kph but we were reduced to a slow roll or even hours of pushing downhill. Some sections felt as if we were climbing. We spent lunch in Challahuanca were we ate fruit and got teased for being gringos and it was off again to fight the downhill climb. Adam Aaron and I kept our spirits up by racing each other (slowly) riding hills switch and using liberal amounts of speed mooching and bump drafting. At about 5:30 some deep dark clouds started to form overhead. We decided we should consider setting up camp. Just prior, we passed through a small town. There we purchased cookies and somehow managed to find some avocados. Just before heading off to setup camp. Adam asked a local if it would rain during the night. No he said, it wont rain tonight the clouds will pass… 4 kilometres away, as we scrambled desperately to set up our shelters in the hail, torrential down pour and 70 kph winds we mocked “No… No lluvia esta noche”, it won’t rain tonight.

damdog

Day 18: 3 soles

By some miracle grace from god, or perhaps credit should go to the PTFE fabrics my bivy bag is fashioned from, I managed to wake up mostly dry. Only slightly damp due to my own sweat during the night. Even better I had lived many days within vivid dreams of being home with friends and family. We slowly rose from our shelters and began packing up our wet gear so we could engage in battle with the very same winds that plagued our travel the day before. If not for this wind we would have made Albancay yesterday evening… After skating for a few hours we made it to the base of the climb into Albancay. The steep windy road was adorned with a horribly hot burning sun and the same damned wind. However I knew that at the top of the climb I would be able to rest for two nights. I charged the uphill hard with powerful pushes. My illness and lack of strength from the days prior had been completely eradicated. The misery of pushing masked by the feeling of power as I ploughed my way through gusts of wind and maintained a roll normally reserved for fast travel on flat terrain. After 45 minutes I had made my way to Albancay. Everyone seemed surprised to see me, not because I had skated up a huge steep slope, rather because I was white. “Gringo!” they gleefully cheered as I skated by. The whole gringo thing is starting to get old. Then a dog jumped out at me. Now when you tackle a hill in the manner I did you make a decisions… It’s like choosing to push hard, to attack the hill regardless as to what it throws at you. You completely ignore how bad you feel. Its an amazing feeling yet it puts you in a strange state of mind. Its fight or flight and after choosing fight you are in fight mode. I chased that damn dog down the street and around a house. The dog jumped down a 7 foot drop and slid 5 feet on its belly as it barked at me its posture changed from the aggressor to the submissive. I wiped the sweat from my eyes, turned and skated towards Adam and Aaron. Still furious at the dog and the towns people who called me gringo. I needed something to sooth my hot temper.

I want a freaking ice cream cone…

homeboy1

Day 19: Albancay

Our second day and people are already treating us like locals. The biggest factor in this is due to our carrying water balloons around with us. Ready at a whim to retaliate against our attackers. Our Spanish is getting better and we tell the locals tall tales of being professional ventriloquists and drinking cat milk and we tease each other for their amusement. We frequent a small bakery and a little convenience store many times a day and engage in conversation with the clerks and owners. What’s best is we no longer get Gringoe prices… The first time on the trip everything is much cheaper. In the evening we go to a pizza shop and we get the most amazing tasting food we have had in a long time. My pizza had spinach on it! I can´t describe what this meant to me. It´s been so long since I´ve eaten a vegetable other than potatoes. We almost cried with joy as we devoured our dinner. This was a good day.

heaven

Day 20: 2000 meters in merely 4 hours

The day began with running errands and a phone call to my ex spouse which left me in a weird upset mood. We left some balloons with the hostel owners children who introduced us to the popular pass time. Then it was time to pack up. The guy who worked at the hostel whom had been asking us all weekend how much all our stuff costs and if he could have my t-shirts sat in our room as we packed up to leave. He played with our stuff slowing us down considerably. Then when we were a few minutes past check out he tried to charge us an extra 10 soles. We pretended to misunderstand his Spanish and said no not 10 days to Cusco it will only take 5 and we thanked him profusely as we walked out of the hostel and took to our boards.
We began climbing; It was really hot and humid. My freshly clean shirt was soaked with sweat in less than 30 minutes. The humidity also seemed to get into the camera. I couldn´t get it to work at all. I feared it was broken. That paired with the weirdo at the hostel and my earlier phone conversation really played on my mood. Its funny how much bad morale can affect your physical performance. I felt like crap and I struggled to maintain a pace which I normally find child’s-play. Other things set me off. More dogs yelping at me trying to bite at my ankles, believing my skating to be my fleeing from their guard. I also cut my shoulder open on my drinking tube clip. My shoulder was covered with blood and my pack is stained. Somehow I managed to pull my thoughts away from all the negative and I once again began to appreciate the gorgeous scenery. My pace quickened and I began to lead the pack again. I tried to sing but the air was too thin. We were getting close. Fog rolled up the side of the hill and it chased us up the hill to the summit where we enjoyed a view of the clouds that sit to our right flank. It looked like we were gazing directly into heaven. We began to bomb a crazy endless decent at incredible speeds. Adam and I are getting more comfortable with our packs and we begin to push a little faster on the corners. The cars don´t know what to make of us and the children we pass run after us in awe. The sun set as we skated yet Adam and I continued for a good 20 minutes after dark we were having too much fun passing cars and drifting corners in the dark. We stopped because the roads surface changed to chipseal and we didn´t want to leave Aaron behind in the dark. When he finally caught us he was angry for subjecting him to riding in the night. We found our way to a small family’s home and asked if we could sleep in their field. Tomorrow we would awake to more downhill.

nicie

Day 21: A monster named chipseal …and hes hungry for my wheels

The Family was really nice although kinda weird and the mother ripped us off by charging both Adam and Aaron separately for the same items (they had a small store in their home) We continued down the chipseal covered hill for a few hours until we reached the nearest town. We got called Gringo a lot as we ate at a restaurant. A small crowd began to form made up of Peruvians wishing to glimpse at real live gringos. We told them that In the US people eat dog meat and in Canada we drink Milk from large cats. We also told them it took us 2 years to skate from Lima to their town. After skating away really slowly we began pushing down hill again. The slope was steep but the pavement was really haggard chipseal. Every so often we would encounter a fast section that would have us rolling without pushing. I drifted my carves pretty hard for hours and by the time we had arrived at the bottom my wheels were pretty rough looking. We skated uphill for about 15 kilometres before setting up camp on a abandoned bridge that was covered in ants. I spotted 4 different species in 5 minutes including leaf cutter ants. We only have 84 kilometres and two more passes to climb before we reach Cusco.

restraunt

Day 22: Limatambo to Anta

We woke and up brushed the ants off our gear before heading on to Limatambo. At the restaurant I got laughed at for being a vegetarian they suggested Chicken because it wasn´t meat. I had some egg sandwiches (stale bread with a fried egg) then we headed up the hill. The Chipseal made the climb hard. It was by far the steepest mountain pass we have encountered But that also means the climb would be shorter than any of the others. I felt sick so I took a few breaks and Aaron had to clean his wounds as Adam went on ahead. After a long gruelling stretch it began to rain and for some strange reason this cheered me up immensely. I splashed upwards to the summit and met back up with Adam.
We had a few hours of fast flat mixed with downhill all the way to Anta. In Anta we ate dinner in a restaurant. The owner was a kind honest lady who gave us fair prices on everything (in fact I think she undercharged us). We asked if we could sleep on the floor in her restraunt if we left before they opened and she agreed. I tried to give her some money and she smiled and told me to save it for Cusco. Tomorrow we will skate to Cusco. We have one more tiny pass to tackle before we drop into Cusco. We´re managing to do one pass per day… We´re getting tougher.

Day 23-24: Cusco

Woke up, thanked the owner of the restaurant and began our last accent to Cusco. It took us two hours. The climb was a joke, A tiny hill before a massive downhill through the streets of upper Cusco. We blitzed over speed bumps around people through dense traffic and drifted alongside cars through the windy corners that plummet towards downtown. The drivers here are a little nuts. On my way into downtown I encountered people passing vehicles around blind corners. I found myself on a few occasions threading the needle between cars that were 3 wide in two lanes around rough chipseal corners with little traction. It was exhilarating and it gave the locals something to watch to I´m sure.
In Cusco we found a quaint little hostel, we ate pumpkin soup we threw water balloons at Gringos from our hotel room. It seems the only way to cope with the constant staring and Name calling is to make it a joke and parody it. Cusco is too touristy. I am constantly bothered by street vendors that try to convince me that their Alpaca sweaters are not too heavy for my backpack. Adam tries to buy a 750ml bottle of water and they ask for 4 soles, 3 too much. It’s not the Peru I know, yet it totes itself the cultural capital of Peru. It’s very European filled with Churches and other fine buildings likely build by the Spaniards using the hands of the natives. Although I must say I enjoy how you kind find mostly anything here in Cusco (except for HDV Tapes for our video camera). We ate well the last few days and now I´m just about to go for lunch and then skate off towards Bolivia.

I´m getting sick of transcribing my notes to this computer so I´m off for now. More updates in a week.

Posted by raynelongboards | February 5, 2009 | Categories: Team | Tags: Paul Kent | 1 Comment

Long Treks on Skate Decks

paulsick

Day 16: I´m sick…

We earned ourselves very little sleep in exchange for our 7.30 soles we each paid for our room. The night was filled of blood curdling snarls, gargles and whines from dogs growling at people and fighting each other. At one point I had to pee, I brought my knife. Luckily at that point the dogs had circled to the other side of the hostel. 5:30am finally rolled around with the sun we headed across the street for breakfast. Aaron locked me out of the room. By the time I got an extra key he and Adam had left to begin the climb without me as I rushed to get my stuff ready and clean up our collective mess in the room we had rented. I was perturbed. It took me a while to figure out where they were and when I did I began to skate in a fury. I pushed past them tossing some of Aarons forgotten gear to the side of the road as I sprinted up the huge hill. I gasped for what little oxygen the thin air carried. I´ve never breathed so hard in my life. My lungs would fill to full capacity effortlessly 2 times per second and I was still running a oxygen deficit. I smelt blood on the exhale. (I have experienced this before when training really hard. I think it means my lungs were working at full capacity. When saturated to this point you can smell it.) I pulled over to hack and cough and remove my bandage on my hip. My leg seems to be infected too. Equipped with only surgical sponge I wasn´t to excited about throwing a new bandage on my hip so I after cleaning it thoroughly I left the wound to dry and scab in the open air. Not wanting the wound to adhere to my pantaloons I skated the rest of the day without pants. To make the day more desirable It seemed as though I was fairly ill. My nose ran I had my first real battle with “the shits” and my energy levels were really low (when not fuming angry). By 10:00am I had calmed down, and we had reached the top of the pass. Then began 6 hours of dowhill broken by short stretches of flat ground. It was gorgeous, we skated down into lush fields and thicker air. We raced in our tucks, we carved for hours, I honed my speed checks on backpack, it was great! One section was incredible long steep and frighteningly fast, considering our extra weight and lack of protective gear suitable for the blinding speeds we were achieving. By the bottom of the steep section our wheels had become noticeably worn. It was great although exhausting. We continued down a fair slope until we found ourselves at a small fish farm and restaurant nestled in a canyon. I actually ate fish for dinner today. I feel as if I have lost something, but after spending nearly a full month eating nothing but cookies, stale white bread, and the odd plate of French fries I was willing to try to see if it would help me feel better. I may be sick as a result of malnutrition. In the evening we set up camp on the property of the restaurant and we enjoyed the sunset in the canyon floor.

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Posted by raynelongboards | February 5, 2009 | Categories: Team | Leave a comment

paulface

Day 7: Nasca

We spent a night in Nasca in a hostel. In typical Peruvian fashion the doors came no higher than my chest the bathrooms are cramped, the toilets have no seats or toilet paper nearby. I washed the sweat and grime off my body in a freezing cold shower, the initial shock superseded by the refreshment of having clean skin. Nasca was a crazy town. People were very interested in our longboarding, and Gringos’ seem to be fun for the locals to stare at. I took a plane ride in the morning and got to film footage for the video from the plane. I filmed the Nasca lines and the highways that we had climbed the previous day. By about 3pm we were ready to leave town and we were off to approach our first really big climb. We camped just outside of town in a farmers field under some nice trees. The ground was soft and the warm and mild climate was great. I´m sure I´m going to miss sleeping at low altitude. We quickly set up camp and just as we were going to go to sleep we saw lights flashing at us and two men started yelling “Hey!” My first though was that the owner of the farm had saw us and called the police… This could be bad, The police are notorious for robbing tourists especially when they have some leverage against them. We approached the lights and told the men we were just camping as we rode to La Paz des de Lima. “Beuno!” The shadowy figures exclaimed as they hid behind there bright laterns. They had no problems with our staying there they were just patrolling their farm for burglars. They were Sandia (watermelon) Farmers, we sat and spoke for an hour, I offered them peanuts and they in turn cut up a 3 kilo watermelon for us to share before we went off to bed. With our tummies full of fruit we slept under the trees where we enjoyed our most comfortable sleep since we arrived in Peru.

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paulaaronpush

Day 8: Into the misty hills…

We woke at 6am and tore down our camp, did some yoga, ate quinoa mixed with Vega supplement and then we skated east uphill. The pavement was rough and it seems to be made of a mixture of tar and sand. As we pushed over it our wheels seemed to sink in slightly causing our boards to freewheel no more than a few inches alter each push, even on flat sections. Some areas the road Would get so rough I don´t know if I could continue to call it pavement anymore. The corners that adorn the hundreds of switchbacks Were so pitted and corroded that I Would merely place my board with my foot and then step with my other. As I pushed my board it would drift out as I tried to turn around the bends. It was really slow moving and extremely hard work. We had low morale and we spoke very little. By the time we had climbed 2000 meters high the air got really misty. We became engulfed in a dense fog that soaked us through. It began to rain… the first rain of the trip. We dressed up in our rain suits and gaiters. And now on top of the horrid pavement we had to push water uphill. After checking Adams GPS we deduced that we were near the town of Hallaua. But we couldn´t see more than 10 feet in front of us. For all we know we could have been in the town at that moment. We spent the next ten minutes or so skating and yelling “Holla!”Into the dense fog until we got a response.

We approached the solitary voice calling back at us. It was that of a woman, we asked if there were any near by restaurants as we had not eaten since the morning. She told us of a nearby restaurant but it was closed for the night. However she sold Cookies and bread out of her small home. She invited us in and we ate banasa warm yogurt drink and a lot of cookies. We sat and spoke with her and her family for hours laughing as we translated words from Spanish into English for their enjoyment. They offered us dinner of rice, corn, and “Coco mate” or Coco tea. A tonic that tastes similar to Roilbos tea that helps cope with the high altitude of the Andes. Coco is Illegal in Canada because it is used to make cocaine, however its affects are nearly unnoticeable. When used traditionally. After dinner the family took us to a nearby school house. They unlocked the doors and we slept there.

That night I awoke having troubles breathing. “I´m only at 2200 meters! Could it be the altitude?” I thought to myself. I sat up and my vision faded to a red haze before I collapsed onto the floor and I began to have a seizure. Afterwards everything seemed to work fine unnaturally calm about the recent episode I fell back asleep.

The next morning I awoke at about 4 am, I had to pee really badly. While peeing in the cold rain outside the school house I deduced that the happenings of the night was just a type of lucid dream called “sleep paralysis” Describing the inability to control my movement and my breathing. I have been know to have these dreams in the past. I have read that people have more vivid dreams when they ascend to greater altitudes. I headed back into the school and tucked myself away into my sleeping bag for another few hours.

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paulaaronschool

Day 9: More climbing…

After we woke up we cleaned up the school and we set out to purchase more cookies to eat for breakfast. The fog had cleared over night and we were left with a fantastic view of nearby mountain peaks nearly all of which lay below us surrounded by sparse clouds or mist. Cookies for breakfast sounds horrible, but trust me you don´t know the half of it. It’s really all we could get until we got to the restaurant which was anywhere from 2 to 10 km away. After 30 minutes of skating we reached the restaurant where we received great “gringo pricing” on all our food. 4 soles for a 2.5 litre bottle of water is ludicrous but this guy had a monopoly on food and water. There is little we could do other than pay the fellow and be on our way. We skated aggressively uphill after many Kilometres we ran into a pair of Germans doing a cycle tour coming in the opposite direction. They spoke English. They told us of the road conditions ahead it was a nice interlude amongst all the Spanish and the gruelling climb. Shortly after they left the fog rolled in. Not wanting to get rained on again we climbed a small rock wall and found camp on top of the hill we were on. We set up camp by 3:30pm. The elevation was 3100 meters above sea level and we definitely noticed an increase in respiration. I wrote in my diary and we all slept early as it poured outside our tiny uni-shelters. It rained for over 15 hours and that’s how long we spent cooped up in our shelters with little more than a few inches to shift around. The fog seemed to get into our vents and it soaked our sleeping bags by the time came for us to crawl out, stiff and freezing from the cold mountain temperatures.

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paulheaven

Day 10: Heaven?!

…Well it may as well have been… at 4000 meters high it sure was close enough.

I´m pretty sure it’s safe to say that we were all sore, tired, and cold. Our gear was heavy from the mud and water that saturated it. To make things worse we hadn´t eaten much since dinner the previous day that’s when our supplies seemed to run out. The lack of Carbohydrates really placed its toll on climbing the steep pitted pavement. There was no sun at all just fog or dense cloud cover. We slogged uphill for hours upon hours on pavement most would decree to be unridable on most bicycles… let alone a skateboard. It was about 2 pm now. The next town was 70 km to go, uphill mostly with a crazy 23km deadly downhill which we would have to tackle in the dark if we were to press on. Then a miracle happened. We saw in the distance a small boy riding a bicycle. A pathetic attempt to hasten our pace we struggled on towards the boy. Where there are children there are towns… hopefully. Then we saw it. A small truck stop/ restaurant nestled in the mist in the middle of nowhere. On display in the window was a selection of soft drinks waters and cookies. We hoped off our boards and danced with glee as we skipped towards the small building. Inside we found a well stocked shop with a large variety of various sweets and bread. The menú for the day was Fried eggs, Rice and French fries (Papas fritas). It was run by cute Quechuan family of a mother and her four daughters. The two youngest danced around as we ate and the two older ones were very interested in what we were doing. The oldest daughter Victoria asked us many questions and was enamoured by how tall Aaron and I were. She was the prettiest girl I have seen to date in Peru (I developed a tiny crush). Maria the second oldest wanted skate lesson so I took her out and taught her how to push and coast along. Before I knew it I was instructing nearly the whole family. My hands were freezing and I had to go inside. Aaron began to entertain the family by playing his ukulele (or charango as it is called here) Victoria enjoyed the song very much and wanted to be in a picture with Aaron. Her sisters joked about her falling in love. Adam and I convinced Aaron to give her a kiss on the cheek when the photos were snapped. The family roared with laughter. The rest of the night the two of them flirted as Adam and I ate tons and hung out with the family. We payed 6 Soles to sleep in a small bamboo and straw hut and hid from the rain. There we dried our sleeping bags, tents, and our clothes. Aaron has a date with Victoria if he finds himself passing through Nasca on the way home. The hut was cramped. Designed to fit one person, but we slept comfortably anyways.

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aaronkisses

Day 11: Peruvian death hill…. Take 2

We woke up ate breakfast, stocked up on our new found diet of cookies. We did our yoga session with the family and Aaron said bye to Victoria. Even with the thin air we left feeling stronger having eaten so well (figuratively speaking as most of what we ate were cookies). We skated an uphill gradual climb with some rolling hills for a couple of hours until we reached the summit. From there we overlooked the downhill. 23km long, the pavement horrid… Horrid isn´t a good enough word. We jittered shook and bounced over the ruined road. It felt like riding rough cobble stone with pot holes that would swallow you up and throw you out after moving your footing to the extreme edge of our decks. My feet felt hot with the vibration. Soon after they became so numb we couldn’t even feel tingling… beyond sensation. At one point while filming Adam on a very fast section I bounced off the deck and landed 90 degrees to my left standing on my toes as the board drifted violently away from the curvature of the road. Almost Keeling over while holding our $4000 camera in my unshielded hands. However it was not all bad, we were rolling downhill, the air was growing thicker, and we were graced with the most beautiful mountain vistas any of us have ever seen. No words nor photos will ever do what we saw justice. After about 7 km the pavement gets smooth, mostly. Adam and I start barging. Full tucks with our large back packs. Laughing – we capitalize on the ease this new grade of pavement brings us. We race around corners scrubbing speed with standing speed checks before entering the hairpins. We blaze through a small town and the people there are completely in awe at what they see.

Now we all know I can be quite the showoff. I would bust loud speed checks infront of the natives on my deep unworn speedvents (wheels). This is tricky wearing a heavy pack, and the wheels made it rather unpredictable. Eventually my reckless manner caught up with me. I failed a toeside check and I had a glorious bail. My board raced off the road into a duct full water where it was completley submerged (Thanks water Prof. Bearings) as I highsided and slid my speed off on my hip and my backpack. Suprisingly everything came out okay, only a few scrapes on myself and my gear.

I grabbed my board from its pool, hopped back on and skated down with the same degree of caution as I had practiced before my bail. I wasn´t going to let it ruin the downhill, or this scenery. I earned this. In total I figure we spent 40 minutes on slow primarily rough pavement and about 20 minutes on the smooth fast portion of the decent. We arrived at the bottom. The most majestic landscape, beyond our imagination. This was a good day, well worth the hard work and misery we have endured from the first day of skating.

We made our way past bull drawn hoes and lush green fields stacked upon the mountain side on our way to Lucanis. A quaint gorgeous little town in this paradise. There is fruit… for one night we don’t dine on cookies. We find a hotel with a room open. We wash our clothes by hand on the roof and go to bed shortly after sunset.

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Day 12: And they said we couldn´t skate it!

Last night ended with my first electric shower. An electric shower is a type of shower that uses an element in the shower head to heat frigid water as it leaves the shower head. The water has extremely little time to heat up before it leave the head and hits you. Its gives one degree of added warmth. Basically deadly cold becomes liveable… but still unbearable for more than a few minutes. I washed one body part at a time as I shivered violently. Afterwards I slipped into my freshly hand washed clothes, still wet and equally as cold. Then it was off to bed. When the sun returned to light the beautiful countryside view just outside my hotel room window we packed our bags. We grabbed some food supplies for the next few hours and the we embarked yet another climb. This time the pavement was nice and smooth, and more unbelievable scenery. After a few hours at the top of our climb the road conditions turned for worse. We have repeatedly been told that the last 10k to Poquio ws not skateable due to lack of pavement. And for good reason, the road becomes a gravel path adorned with man sized potholes. However after only 3 km of flan it becomes a steep downhill gravel path with large man sized potholes. We pushed hard through the flat barley scraping by. (perhaps a great way to ruin a foam core board) when Adam and I got the decent we bombed it. It was rouge but little is more difficult than what we have endured in recent history. Just before the bottom of the hill Aaron had a nasty spill that required medical attention. I cleaned out his wound which was about 1 inch squared by a quarter inch deep. We then found a hostel… Hostel Riso in Poquio and from there we sent Aaron in a three wheeled buggy to the closest hospital, were he would be cleaned up again and prescribed antibiotics. Adam and I walked around town, perused the various mercados and I purchased some Amoxacilin (antibiotic) for my crushed tooth. I love the names from drugs down here. All you have to do is say the english name for the drug and affix Either an “a” or “inos” the the end of the name. Ei. Amoxacilin is “Amoxacilina”, and anti inflammatory are “anti inflamatorinos”. Aaron came back looking good and we then went to the fanciest restaurant we could find in Poquio just because we were fed up with cookies and stale bread. The food was bland and cheap… Over our meal we spoke heavily on the topic of food. The best part about Peru is the views, the beautiful terrain, and at the bottom of the list comes cuisine. This is become a major issue, I am a vegitarian and I am begining to feel the clutch of malnutrition, my general good healthy feeling is diminishing at an alarming rate. While finishing my Nancy pants meal of stale bread with old cheese sandwiches and coco mate we hear someone ask, where are you from, in English. A older German couple sitting at the table next to us wants to know if the Coco Mate Hill have a positive effect on them in their attempts to acclimatize to the high altitude. It so turns out they are on a motor bike tour of South America. It also turns out they are both physicians. They take us back to their Hostel and give Aaron muscle relaxants and some fake skin to use to bandage his arm and help it heal faster. Then to top it off they gave us blank prescription papers to use at the pharmacies incase we want to claim medicine on our insurance plans. (Otherwise there is no use for prescription papers down here as you don’t need prescriptions to purchase drugs. Esther its illegal or it isn´t.)

We walked home in the dark through this strange dark town with muddy dirt roads getting strange looks from the locals who maybe see white people once per year. A midnight marching band marches by just before we make it to our hostel. Now in my cushy bed, I´m just about to fall asleep as I write this so good night.

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Day 13: Short day

Late Start today, Adam and I got up and bought food and then waited for Aaron as he spent 6 hours at an Internet café. Once he returned we promptly left town and began yet another climb. This one was to turn into one of our high passes. After climbing for about 3 hours it began to rain so we found a field and started to set up camp. The owners of the property found us and we had a nice chat. We got along well with Jenny a chechuan teenager who was caring for the cattle that inhabit the field during the day. The rain died away and we decided that our food reserves wouldn´t do us very well the next day and that two of us should return into town while another stayed back to watch the camp site and guard from thieves. It was a fun and face downhill. I volunteered to stay back and guard but I was going to skate the top section of the downhill with the others first then I could take a short cut back up the hill to our camp. Speeding down the hill without the weight of our bags was amazing. I stopped about 4-5 corners down before returning to camp. While Aaron and Adam shopped in Poquio I session the three corners that swept around my camp. So good. I love speedboarding. Aaron and Adam came back after about an hour in a little three wheeled taxi and we spent the evening talking about geeky skateboard stuff and eating mangoes and cookies.

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Day 14: Long day

It was a wet night – dew and fog saturated our gear again. Luckily I am using Event and Primaloft gear that does better with dampness than Adam and Aarons down gear and regular PTFE fabrics. We waited for the sun to rise to dry out our gear before heading off to climb. 90 percent of our skating was all uphill. It feels like we skated at least 70km. I don´t trust the maps. A straight line on a map could contain 100´s of switchbacks with kilometre wide straights. Many short stretches have turned out to be much longer in real life. It’s a good thing we got more food last night. We spent nearly the whole day skating with no towns or shacks on the way minus one truck stop located in the middle nowhere. It was manned by two lovely ladies one of which was 8 months pregnant. We ate eggs and French fries the standard fare in every mountain restraint we´ve been to thus far. Some places only cook this. (and they sell cookies and stale buns). We had fun with our Spanish and we told all kind of crazy stories to these girls about how in Canada we drink cat milk and how in the US people eat dog meat. Once again we were off. To climb for more hours. Through extreme winds, With the sunlight quickly fading away we Stara to think about setting up camp. We are 14036 ft, that’s 4279 meters high. For some reason it feels like the highest we´ve been. Even walking comes with heavily laboured breathing. 1.5 breaths for each push of the board up hill (constant pushing). One thing is for sure, this would be the highest altitude we would sleep at. I spotted a small grouping of rocks that formed a wall about 25 feet tall that World block the crazy winds for our camp. The camp site was surround by a nice soft strange looking moss. We enjoyed what is likely to be the most beautiful sunset I´m likely ever destined to see. You can see the pictures but they won’t approach a fraction of the beauty that surrounded us. The temperature in the evening sunlight was 5 degrees Celsius (40F) that’s the rating of my sleeping bag, I´m in for a cold night. I figured this World happen… I chose weight over comfort. Its lights out in this bivy bag…

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Day 15: A black cloud of Mayonaise

I awoke covered in frost… No feeling in my toes, must have been below freezing. It took hours upon hours to warm up, and dry out. We spent the first half of our day skating uphill to Negromayo which I believe is a direct translation to Black Mayonaise. All they had in town was cookies and we were hungry. Living like every 10 year old boys dream after days of skating we gorged ourselves on animal crackers and crème wafers. Unfortunately we are not 10 and this diet of cookies is starting to toll on our energy. On the brink of vomiting we left town praying some real food might find its way to us. The rapid deep breathing of skating uphill above 4300 meters really agitated our stomachs and many breaks were taken to prevent ourselves from losing our cookies. Suddenly, the temperature dropped from 25 degrees Celsius to 10 degrees and it began to hail… big painful hail, it hurt! The cursed black cloud of mayonnaise was not about to let go of us so easily. We sprinted onto Conndorcocha where I got to eat real food… Eggs and French fries… Another dish that’s becomes all too regular. After dinner we got to do our first decent in days of skating uphill. We blitzed it in the rain, and it dropped us into a small town nestled between two large walls of rock named Panoamarca. We grabbed a room for 6 soles each so we could dry our staff out a bit more as we slept.

I forgot to mention while in Negromayo we almost purchased an Alpaca for 90 soles (30 us dollars) We spent much of our day chasing Alpacas too. Thus all our attempts at become alpaca herders have failed…

Maybe tomorow?

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Posted by raynelongboards | January 29, 2009 | Categories: Team | 1 Comment

Jackson WINS Master of the Hill!

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The adventure started a day or two before the race, with riders coming from all over Australia including Tasmania, Queensland and South Australia, with two skaters from Norway keen to take on some of the Best hills in Australia.

Most of us met up at the opera house in Sydney on the Thursday night and did a massive china bomb down the long spiral carpark of the Opera house before getting booted and continuing on to my place to sink a few beers. We then got up early the next morning to pick up 3 more skaters from the airport before heading down to Wollongong to ride Mt Keira, which is a 9km winding road paved with butter smooth hotmix, hairpin switchbacks and long straights, with a massive steep drop-off to finish before running out into the flats. On one of the drives back up the hill we counted 16 turns in the top 1/3 of the track. The highest speed of the day was recorded at almost 90km/h down the final stretch.

Unfortunately one of the riders had a nasty crash and was rushed to hospital with a dislocated shoulder, but he was fine once the ambulance driver gave him the ‘green epi-pen’. He was laughing his ass off all the way to the emergency room.

We then stacked the bus full of beer and got wasted on the drive back to Sydney, checking out footage and swapping stories of the fun day followed by a barbecue at my house kindly cooked by my dad, and the company of an additional 2 South Australian skaters who arrived that night. The party went long into the morning as everyone was very excited for the race the next day, but as any downhill skater can tell you, a late nights party can not keep a skater from racing.

We woke up at the crack of dawn and piled all our gear into the bus and started the drive up to the Blue Mountains. The weather was very sour and we were greeted at the hill by a few other skaters and a wet road. The rain had stopped but the road was still soaked, so there was only one way to dry it out…. skate on it. One by one everyone got their gear on and started riding in the semi-slipery conditions, and before we knew it the road was bone dry and the head to head racing would begin.

The track was short but very narrow, with tight corners and not many places to pass. It was a challenge to take the lead and keep it, as most of the racing was side-by-side. If you had the inside line for a corner you would then have the outside line for the next, so there was some very intense racing. The format for the day was double elimination, so in order to be knocked out of the draw you had to lose twice. The first loss sent you down into the loser’s bracket and you still had the chance to battle your way back up to the final, which gave people an incentive to skate even harder if they already had one loss, everything would then be on the line.

The race saw many ‘dark horse’ entrants who were absolutely shredding. Leigh Griffiths from SA was dominating all day, this was his first race and it looked like he had been doing it for years. His style around the corners was so solid and he did a great job to place 5th. Another great ripper was Owen from Canberra with his ‘stretch-armstrong’ stance, he beat alot of great riders and also did extremely well for his first race. Other rippers included Steve Daddow, Adadm Yates and Jonathan Lundmark. Everyone skated hard untill there were only a few people left to battle it out for the victory. We had Corey Leeson QLD, Dennis Westphal (from Norway), Austin Moncrief QLD and myself in the final brackets. I defeated Dennis to go into the finals undefeated, and Austin beat Corey to face off against Dennis for a second time in the draw. Dennis had already shut the door on Austin and wasnt afraid to do it again, claiming the victory and having a 2nd shot against me to take the overall win. The final heat with Dennis was the best heat i have ever raced. We were neck and neck from the push right to the finish, no drafting and no passing, side by side and elbows out through every corner all the way down to the line which had to be determined by a slow-mo replay on nearby video cameras. The result showed that i crossed the line first, by only a wheel length. We were both so stoked from the run we were begging to run the finals again just for fun. That wasnt the first heat to be decided by video replay, as there were many close heats throughout the day.

Dave Kelly took out the Luge, while in Classic Luge Adam Sparks had to come from behind to overtake Brad Sterritt.

After the race we all headed back down the mountains to my place for another barbecue and many many beers, with everybody frothing and excited from a great days racing. This was a really great day for skateboard racing in Australia, as it saw so many people come from all over the country to participate and get stoked on longboarding. Big thanks to all the ASRA crew who helped put this race together (Robbo, Bugz, Haggy, Fitzy, Jess, Haylee, Lea) and to the sponsors behind the event; Hopkin Racing and Cre8ive Sk8.

Posted by raynelongboards | January 23, 2009 | Categories: Team | Tags: Jackson Shapiera, Races, Team | Leave a comment

Cabin FEVER!

You may not know that Vancouver gets ugly in the winter: grey, rainy – not very good for skating. Because of this some people often ask me:

What happens at Rayne Longboards in the winter?

We go stir crazy, we work on new boards and sometimes we hit the jackpot.

Today is one of our proudest moments.

After 2 years in the making we are starting production on the FUN STICK in limited amounts.

Of all the boards I’ve designed this one truly stands out in my mind as the embodiment of longboarding. I can’t wait! Stay tuned!

Posted by greybucksaw | January 22, 2009 | Categories: Team | Tags: new stuff | 4 Comments

Paul and Aarons Excellent Adventure – part 2

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Day 3, Jan 11th 2001

We awoke before the sun and we prepared for the day. by the time we got to the road the sun was already incredibly hot. We pushed along for an hour and then we stopped at a little town (slum) in the middle of nowhere. There we stocked up on Junk food before we carried on the lonely road. The desert seems endless as is the heat. After gaining a fair bit of ground we then stopped for lunch around 11am. We pulled over at a small fruit stand in a little town that was fortunate enough to have enough water to grow Mangoes and Bananas. I purchased some wonky little Banana´s that had orange flesh (once opened). This Banana was good… I seriously don´t think I´ll be able to go back to eating the junk we get in Canada. I ate my fill of bananas and mangoes and taught a young girl named Nicole how to ride my board. we rested in some nearby shade as Adam filmed the villagers midday routines. We took of swiftly into a fairly large climb, once we crested the hill we encountered a dust storm on a large flat plane. The Sand got in everything but it sheltered us somewhat from the sun. It was such a strange experience slogging through a sand storm by skateboard for two hours. We finished our day in Chincha Alta skating through soft sticky tar, Adam purchased Aaron and I a meal at a fancy pants restaurant then it was to find camp on top of a huge sand dune about 5 kilometres from town. The view or all the nearby towns was amazing. After Adam and Aaron went to sleep I watched the headlights of cars pass by on the distant Pan America Highway and I though of my daughter back home…

Day 4, Farm, Jan 12th

We got up earlier than the day before and headed down until we found a small shop once again in the middle of nowhere. The family running the shop showed us around there farm and we played with Piggs and chickens for hours. Their children played on our boards. From there we pushed on the road for a long time until we got to Ica. The roads have been great thus far. The shoulders not so good and the crazy drivers sometimes cause us to hop of the road but road conditions are good otherwise.

We ended up in Ica. Pushing through more Crazy Lima esque traffic. showing off stand up power slides (with our back packs on) to the locals between the tightly arranged traffic. I purchase some orange loaf before we pushed through the dark searching for a decent camp site. We jumped over some sharp prickly bushes down a drop into a farmers field where we set up our camp and cleaned our wounds. I ate the orange loaf and it reminded me of the lemon loaf I would eat with my grandparents when I was growing up. I miss my grandmother who passed away this Christmas. I cried and I slept outside under the open sky.

Day 5 Not even an Ice cream cart!!, Jan 12th

We awoke at 5 and we started skating just after 6. We skated only taking pause long enough to refill our bottles all we could. I really feared we may run out of water during this stretch. The desert was crazy hot and there was nothing around for miles and miles. I would skate as far as my eye could see 5 times over then the road would dip, climb and turn about 5 to 15 degrees then we would do it all over again… countless times. I was blown away by how straight the road was and how desolate everything was. We finally ended up in Santa Cruz and we were invited to eat a meal with a family there. Their names were, Corina, Said, Victor, Luigi, Gloria, Fiorella and their dog was named Oso. The Family showed us around there farm then they guided us to some nearby ruins of an ancient Inca civilization that was decimated by the Spanish conquistadors long ago. Its eerie to see this, the homes torn down into piles of stone and the pots all smashed against the hills. The village would have existed over 2000 years ago. I can´t describe the feeling I got from being there imagining the atrocities that took place on the soil I was walking on. That night, exhausted from the 8 km hike through the hills we slept outside in another feild across the street from the Family we stayed with.

Day 6 Peruvian death hill then Nasca!!, Jan 13th

There are two roads to Palpa from Santa Cruz, There is a long windy way with nice pavement that’s about 15 km long and there is a direct route that rapidly climbs a hill and has a fast drop out the other side. The locals kept telling us we shouldn´t take the direct route because it was too steep. We figured this was a good thing. We would enjoy the run down the hill. Lets say the locals knew what they were talking about. We attacked the climb at dawn and when we got to the top of the hill we saw a tunnel. We threw on our headlamps and excitedly started rolling down the steep steep slope. The road in the tunnel was riddled with pot holes and when we got to the other side we found ourselves on the craziest hill any of has been on. a tight web of cracks, crevases, pot holes, bulges, chipseal, You name it. It was the worst pavement I have ever seen. It was on par with the steepest hills I have ever skated but 6 times longer. My legs could barley take it. 10 minutes was more work on my legs than 5 days of skate touring. ever turn became a nearly uncontrolable slide My shoes got hot from foot braking. But some how with our 15 kilo back packs we managed to make it down without crashing. It woke us up in a hurry let me tell you! The craziest stuff I´ve seen…

Next we found ourselves in a beautiful town with lush flora skating in the dawn sunshine. We had arrived in Rio grande where we stocked up for breakfast and entertained the locals. After an hour or so we were off to skate into palpa. The climb out of Rio Grande was really steep but we were rewarded by a beautiful steep and windy downhill. We flew down the hill with ease. Then it was off through Palpa. Outside of palpa we hit the Nasca desert. This was hot, Aaron was feeling weird and Adam was starting to feel symptoms of travelers diahrea. The road was crazy long but I was exuberant at the challenge the heat presented. We had our steepest climb to date and this was by far the hottest strech. it was then followed by 20 km of flat straight roads as planes circled over head. They were peering at the Nasca lines which we couldn´t see at all from our vantage point. After a long and grueling skate we finally arrived in nasca and we scurried to the nearwest Hostel with Internet service. After taking a nap and a shower we got to computer work. Its been a crazy tough week the hardest skate of my life. But the hardest part should dwarf our last leg and its just around the corner.

More updates when I finally arrive in Cusco I have 3 passes all above 4300 feet to climb before I make it there.

Wish us luck and keep an eye on our tracking site.

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Posted by raynelongboards | January 19, 2009 | Categories: Team | Tags: Paul Kent, Team | Leave a comment

Paul and Aaron’s Excellent Adventure – part1

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Over the last few months the stress has really been building up. I have been increasingly emotional and sleep deprived as the time for my to departure came closer and closer. I have been finding my lack of enthusiasm to be rather alarming too. A culmination of many things: The recent passing of my grandmother who cared for me during a third of my upbringing. I also figure all the planning, the low finances, family stresses, goodbyes and overall danger of the trip contributed as well. I was getting so sleepy too. I had little time to get a full nights sleep. I wanted nothing more than to rest, to take a break from the tears and goodbyes that plagued my recent past and just sleep.
My last night in Calgary was particularly hectic Aaron and I had to pack up all of our possessions into one room and we had to clean the place up for a new tenant, not to mention we had to pack and make sure we had everything in order. We were leaving our home behind and when we returned it wouldn´t be the same. Good bye to a lifestyle we had grown to love. Thankfully Rachael and Anna came over to visit. Rachael ordered us all east Indian food from my favourite restaurant, If she hadn´t I don´t think Aaron and I would have had eaten at all those past few days! On top of everything else she helped us clean out our bathroom as we moved heavy furniture and musical instruments down the stairs.

I spent the next morning with Anna and Annik frantically scrambling to get things done. I headed to the shop to grab my new boards (demonseed, demonseed deelite custom and a catalyst) Shortly after that we met up with Annik´s Grandmother Tara who drove us all to the airport. Aaron had already been waiting for us with Mike Hagar. The clock was ticking away, it was time to say goodbye…

That was the hardest round of goodbyes I´ve ever given. Saying bye to Annik was the hardest part. I can´t even begin to explain, yet I knew this was something I had to do for myself.

Going through the airport was fun, I kept my mind off my family by focusing on playing with our camera. We spent the whole time goofing off and filming B footage. Customs were hilarious, I pretty much just chatted with the officer about documentaries on South America while Aaron got drilled for nearly everything one counter over. When we had finally made it through we both took one last look at Calgary’s familiar grey landscape before boarding our plane.
I´ll actually miss you Calgary… Kinda.

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I strongly dislike computers, January 5th 2009

Arriving in San Francisco was fun, it was New Years eve. Aarons father picked us up and drove us to Silicone Valley to ring in the new year. We tried the bar scene for about an hour before ditching at 10pm to go skate parking garages in nothing more than our hoodies which were wet from the “winter” rain. After much fun on my new catalyst deck we headed to Dennys for a 4am meal. We headed to Aarons parents home in San Jose to go to sleep. As soon as we got around to waking up we got back to work. Filming, computer work, lots of searching for obscure items and more computer stuff. Honestly I can´t wait until I´m sleeping under the cool desert sky near the coast of Peru far away from this damn computer! Instead of searching for things I need, I´ll be deciding what Items I can afford to toss out to lighten my load. I was just on the brink of going crazy with all the things that need to be prepared before leaving for Lima.

We spent the last day in San Francisco, Aaron had hoped to go skate Lombard st. but we were too busy preping the website, getting our Spot tracker to work and an inventory error sent on a wild goose chase looking for my sleeping bag and some food grade hydrogen peroxide. Our search ended in Berkley with mere hours before our flights left. True to form we rushed to get back the our place in San Fran so we could hurry to the airport and board our flight to San Salvador. On the ride over I spoke to Rachael. Annique just learned to say “I love you” and I wasn´t there to hear it…

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Planes over Lima, January 7th 2009
Arriving in Lima was a crazy experience. From the plane during the final portion of the decent you could make out these sandy clay slums that nearly completely blended into the beige sand that lines North Western Peru. The slums were everywhere they stretched as far as the eye could see. “Oh my god, I am in Peru”… I felt sick…. What was I thinking coming all the way out here!? This is crazy! I barely have enough money to get back, if I were to get robbed things could be pretty hairy! I also desperately miss Annique and after my phone call with Rachael the night before I am begining to worry like crazy all over again.
While in the airport I chat about lightweight camping gear and about starting charities with Karl a young man from Portland Oregon that we met during the plane ride over. We pass through customs pretty easily thanks to the help of a Local named Victor who translated my customs documents for me. “Hablo muy poco español”… Then we met up with our ride to the hostel we were staying at during our stay in Lima. We shared a ride with another traveler a young woman from Norway. The cab driver chuckled at Aaron as he yelled Spanish explanative out the window at crazy drivers as we sped through Lima dodging the crazy traffic. It seems there is little governing traffic here other then the boundaries of the roads. Cars and busses go where ever they wish. The ride was exhilarating, but it left my lungs feeling coated by the exhaust fumes from propane and cheap fuel.
Aaron and I rented a single bedroom with a double bed for the night, I figured we would be sleeping very little as we had a lot of unpacking organizing, and repacking to do. We also got to building our boards for the trip with some fancy new stainless steel hardware we picked up in San Jose. I was about to purify some tap water to brush my teeth and I looked outside at a crazy busy street in Mira Flores (district of Peru) and I began to have a little freakout. I was near tears about everything I left for the next three months. I once again realize that the trip was actually happening. Aaron asked if I wanted to go for a walk. “No”, I replied” I wan´t to skate”. I wanted to feel something stress free, something familiar. I heard a knock at the door. “There are two women here to see you” recited a worker of the hostel. I walked down stairs and Adam Colton was waiting with his sister and there friend from Peru Erica.
Adam, Aaron and I spoke about the trip gear and the the crazy culture for a few hours. His excitement was contagious. It made Aaron and I feel a lot better about our situation. It was also nice to know he would be willing to come part way with us. After he left I got to work on packing and setting up things, Aaron and I eventually set out for breakfast yet it was already dark at this point. We headed to a local supermarket to save money on eating out. We ate on the walk home then worked into the late hours of the morning before going to sleep.

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Love in Lima, January 8th 2009 (Picture of us in traffic)
Today we slept through breakfast. That sucked. When we did manage to wake we cleaned our rooms then moved out of our fancy single bedroom into a dorm room at our hostel. We didn´t need the floor space to pack our bags and build our boards so Aaron and I figured we would save the money. I also found out today that the staff all though Aaron and I were “Marica´s” (Homosexuals) because we rented a private room with one bed for the two of us. After having a good laugh over it we began to make friends with the staff here at the flying dog hostel. I think the receptionist liked me now that she realizes I´m not gay. Before lunch Adam Colton arrives again we find him a room at a neighbouring Flying dog hostel, and then play some foosball before heading off to film ourselves skating around Lima. Once again the traffic was insane. The drivers here seem to like it when we “skitch” (pull ourselves along using moving cars). The Police dont seem to mind either!! We have a blast weaving through the narrows spaces between vehicles and ducking under rear veiw mirrors. We end the day off after another trip to the super market and long discussions about teamwork, robbing banks, filming and being Llama shearers. It looks like Adam Aaron and I will be skating together after all… Thats all for now, I´ve gotta go shear some Alpaca wool! Buenos Noches hotdog face!

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Posted by raynelongboards | January 15, 2009 | Categories: Team | Tags: Paul Kent, Team | 1 Comment