Major Malaga Mess

Friday 25th:
This was the first full day of skating in Malaga.I say full but we accidentally got up at 4 in the afternoon... We then went to the Plaza Marina and had a good fun skate and took a few photos. Unfortunately I can't put them up on here as will be explained later. After asking some local skaters for directions we found are way to PLN:



















It was pretty busy but really fun and Luc and I both have runs we want to film there. We played skate a bit and then i tried switch tre's for about 2 hours until my legs gave up and we went to McDonalds followed by Ubercramp and an incident involving a balcony and all kinds of other shenanigans.

Saturday 26th:
Ok, well, today was pretty eventful. We got up a bit earlier and had some cold showers. I managed to completely balls up supergluing my shoes and somehow squirted it in my eye fortunately and comically i washed it out and it was just felt a bit wierd. We then found are way, with difficulty to the supermarket where we, with limited success, bought some food. Little did we know we would be coming back later to get to the police station. Anyway we skated for a few minutes in the razorblazer heat at some spot right outside a busy cafe without getting kicked out. Why can't English people be that laid back. Again we ended up at the Plaza Marina. I think this i probably because it's so amazing it has so many different spots all rolled into one meaning you can't get bored. However it turns out you can get robbed... After a brief cockup with sun cream a load of the better Malaga locals turned up at the Marina and had a big session on the benches and wallrides. After about an hour Luc ran over to me and it was obvious something was wrong and he said: "Where the fuck is my camera bag?" and it was gone. Fortunately there happened to be about 100 policeman nearby as there was some cycling race, unfortunately they were pretty much all complete useless conches. The rest of the day was spent sitting in the police station. After finally getting out of the police station (after achieving virtually nothing, except taking the piss out of the complete nonce at the front desk)we both got family sized pizza and ridiculed a mole boy. All that was left was to bomb it through the alleyways carving around and going "Woo!" like a couple of teenage skate tourists from England.

Sunday 27th:
On the 4th day in Malaga we moved to a new hostel called: 'Picasso's Corner'.
















After wandering around uselessly for half an hour following directions from the screwloose brain bork of a tourist information woman we asked a very useful waiter who actually knew what he was talking about. After finding the place smelling vaguely of incense and hippies it initially looked like we didn't have a room reserved as it was booked under 'Luc' rather than 'Lacey' It turned out that we were actually staying in an apartment around the corner at the Plaza Merced. We were lead there and were presented with a double bed... So that was a little shocking and luckily there were a few bunkbeds spare in the same apartment. So we shared the place with an awkward but nice enough English guy and some American from Texas. n.b. both of them were irresponsibly lanky. After dropping our bags down and trying desperately not to collapse from crippling cramp we skated outside the police station before the slightly downhill smooth concrete all the way to the Plaza Marina. It was too hot to skate for more than 5 minutes at a time but Luc and I managed to redo our tricks that we had photos of for the video camera. Obvviously we therefore deserved 'dos calipos fresa y agua grande por favor'. We then headed over to PLN where a skater from Madrid borrowed our fisheye because he had broken his mates one. Luc did his run uberclean 3rd go or something. Session Over! We had quite a long chat with a guy called Mike who was semi-sponsored by Zero. Then Back to telepizza for a family sized barbecue pizza and breaking the airconditioning controls.

Monday 28th:
The last full day began at 10.30 with mosquito bites and a trip to the supermarket for breakfast, passing pigs heads and dead fish. It turned out we didn't actually bring any money with us which was a bit strange. Anyway we sat on a step and stared at people and then skated in the general direction of the plaza marina a way that we hadn't been before stopping off at a clothes shop as I had run out of clean clothes (predictable) We went straight to PLN which was more or less empty as it was a work/school day + It was unnecesarily burnymaxcore making it hard to skate due to copious amounts of salty water pouring into our eyes and general heat exhaustion. Somehow we didn't get burnt and I did my run without tooo much difficulty. More people turned up as it got later and we went and bought some sangria in a bottle. Surprisingly this didn't, affect my filming too much for Luc's one trick wonder. We talked to Mike again for a long while and he taught us ollie south/one foot things and told us a lot about skating in Malaga/Spain. Including the phrase "the fat guy is the 2nd best in Malaga" Slightly drunk I caned it around doing fullspeed tricks and managed to not die when we tired enough we went for a night skate with Mike and other Malagaleons to the Marina and just bombed it around do wallies and wallrides. (Wish you were there Andy!!!)We left fairly soon though when hunger set in and went to telepizza. Fully revitalised we decided sensibly it would be a good idea to go out drinking on the last night. Turns out that Monday really isn't the greatest night even so we got adequately intoxicated. Happily enjoying ourselves and on the way home everything suddenly went pear-shaped/hilariously awesome. A car pulled up on the other side of the road and a guy jumped out with a massive knife (similar to the one below) First he came ran over to me. I can't remember if he took the case off or not but he took a full swing at me and slashed me in my left arm but managed to drop the knife in the road at the same time (according to Luc who saw this from about 2 metres in front of me) Thinking my arm must have a huge gash out of it I ran off down the nearest alleyway checking my arm which turned out to have just a small 'bruisy cut' but absolutely fine. Meanwhile back on the main road Luc had attempted to run away but being pissed he had fallen so hard and was on the floor saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" and trying to get up while some Spanish people on the other side of the road were shouting something. Luc scrambled up and was about to run away when the guy smashed him in the back of the head with the handle of the knife, which was bigger and more circular than the one in the picture. Apparently it didn't hurt that much or not as much as stacking it anyway and Luc ran after me down the alleyway and the psychofuck with the knife didn't follow us, or if he did we were inside the safety of the gates of the apartment building pretty soon. We explained all this to the camera then put it in the fridge then went to sleep. What a fucking dramatic end to an amazing trip.



Verdict: Malaga is fucking funny.

posted by Ups&Downs @ 8:55 pm