UK

After a stella 26 hours on the plane Louise Jull and I finally found our selves on the other side of the globe. We were in good old England to have a cuppa and crumpets with the old girl her self THE QUEEN.

After a quick catch up with her a man of similar power stature called Paul Shepard was there awaiting us in Heathrow unfortunatlly shep thought it would be wise to leave his car unattended at the front of the airport.

It was surprisingly towed within an instant of it been unattended.

So after a little miss haps we were on our way up to Nottingham, to see the sites and drink some english beverages.

After a couple of hours on the M1 we were in Nottingham, it was like we were in a slice of Coro street, all the houses made out of orange brick and all looking very similar.

The next day Shep took us to Newick weir on the river Trent which only flows after a bit of rain. It was a sweet wave that was only a couple of inches deep but super fast. After a few attempts we were able to figure it out and spent a good couple of hours surfing the wave.

The water quality was poor, I was so scared to get any water on me, just incase i got some crazy toxic disease.

Apart from that we had two good nights on the chop, which was sweet especially the second when we went clubbing full on three story bar filled with hot chicks, the kiwi accent didn’t rarely work, but all good.