
Safari in Mallorca: incredibly productive. Herb (the travel guide), Guy (my bad conscience), Miguel (the communicator), Zemp (the non-stop skate modus), Bircher (the one with a Jaguar at home), Luc (mr. 'Is the door really locked?') and Jan (the teenage motivation battery) acted all like they were kept from skating for a couple of months, which they actually were regarding the weather back home.. however, they skated like when they were at the peek of their careers and all of them got footage at basically every spot we went. I seriously had a problem deciding on which trick to shoot.
A Lack of Tourists, except for the hoards of old Spanish couples and all colored cyclists, turned the so called German Pass-out Factory to a well skateable Island. And the Guardia Civil was decent when we got to meet them. I guess that, compared to the fucked-up Beer Containers who invade some parts of Mallorca in the summer time, we were like a polite little Group of guys who still played with Skateboards. Together with Miguel's Spanish we always found a dialogue.
The Spots are small but beautiful, yeah beautiful! Not killer, not super awesome, just beautiful. The Locals polite and helpful. The food delicious as long as you forget about the coffee and pink salami during breakfast and the weather was moderate and a blessing compared to the 54cm of snow and the traffic breakdown which Zurich witnessed during our absence. Even massive rainfalls on Sunday added to the trip by giving us a brake and letting us remember how lucky we were to have a few days of t-shirt approved sunshine.
If you ever go there. Be cool to the locals and don't act like those crazy maniacs in the 'Bier Koenig' and you'll find that you'll be welcomed with Spanish good will.
Haven't developed the Pictures yet and had no digicam with me. Only an F5, a Holga and a Lomo Octomat. The Lomo got wasted and I fell on my F5. So I made my sacrifice for these few remberable days of effectiveness ...jJust as the Wrecks who came home after pushing their old bodies limits to the fullest. Except for young Jan we were all over 26.