A trip usually suggests planning, an itinerary, some form of goal or destination. That’s a trip. This was more an impulsive 48 hour mission into the Basque Country. A place renowned for it’s good weather and gluten fuelled cuisine. Turns out we chose the only two days of summer when the sun went into hiding, thus most of our trip was spent attempting to outrun rain while on the hunt for something a little more nourishing than cheese and bread. While the latter proved unsuccessful, we did manage to find a church with a ramp inside, and in those brief periods where the sun did make a casual appearance, David Gonzàlez, Paul Hart, Charles Collet and Fries Taillieu skated the shit out of whatever they could find.