Australia. Oz. Down Under. The Lucky Country. Whatever you want to call it, I had no idea what to expect from those faraway shores. I’d never been and neither had Sebo Walker, Robbie Brockel, Ronnie Sandoval or Bobby Worrest.
The only two members of our Real/Krooked crew that had been were Gabe Morford, our photographer, and Ishod Wair. Oh, and Chima Ferguson. I’m pretty sure he’s been to Australia before. So our squad was a good mix of locals, veteran visitors and fresh-faced tourists, so to speak.
Despite our excitement to get to Australia, there’s no escaping the fact that long flights suck. And then there’s the jetlag to contend with. The one redeeming quality of jetlag on a skate trip, however, is that it changes everyone’s sleep cycles, which…
