Posted: April 15th, 2009
Driving around, checking out spots. You know how it goes.
Couldn’t a done it without our local guide, Ryan. Thanks, dude.
Colt nosegrinded it.
Mark stretches it out before the session.
I think it’s some sort of Tai Chi.
Q: ‘Do you really like rock music?’ A: ‘Kid Rock? Yeah. He’s tight.’
A spot only a Brazilian could love.
Water-hazard rating: Max.
Hey Mark. Does that Boost phone still work? Ahh Yeah.
The famous triangle.
Our I-phone apps are gonna lift us out of this chicken-shit industry.
Wait Ewan ... I think they forgot to fry the plate.
Back to the hotel, Bratrud sets about to crack the code.
’What about a farting alarm app? Think, Bratrud! Think!’