Leon
I said Leon?
After an 18 hour bus journey, 4 of which spent at borders. We pull up in Leon, unfortunately no appearance from Knuckles :(. Tired and hungry we set out for some snicker snackers, acquired some burgers and pasta while listening to deafening club remixes. Paid and went to bed.
Day 2
Decided to do something cultural so had a look round the basilica which got us feeling religious…
Back to the hostel and bumped into the Bristol Bunch again so we were roped into some more drinky-poos at Bigfoot, where we met Marie French who was telling us about her “past” life as a crack dealer/manufacturer and get expansive gun collection.
Day 3
Volcano boarding day, we were drunkenly roped into doing it with the gang so we met up and off we went. The journey to the volcano was nearly as eventful as the boarding due to the motorbike colliding with a cyclist leaving his calf tendons hanging off and his bone in plain view, a great start.
Once we arrived jumpsuits and boards we handed out, it was sunny and we were feeling positive.
Short hike even with the lazy Israelis slowing us down.
Don’t have to ask Kanye what the views like from the top
A photo taken moments before disaster… just like J. Cole said the rain was pourin’, God was cryin’. The distant thunder had become not so distant and we were now inside a thunder cloud with heavy rain and strong wind. Rocks flying at us and all we had for protection was our boards and goggles. Charlie was furious and took his anger out by dropping his board which bonked my head, he claims it was an accident.
Time to ride, going down feeling like Tom Cruise in Too Gun, approaching mach 0.1. Losing balance I fell off and slide the remainder of the volcano resulting in cuts and bruises. Thankfully we were greeted by free drinks, marshmallows and a pretty rowdy bus back.
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