Whoa.
What a weekend.
What an atmosphere.
The best 560 ish miles driven in my life so far.
Despite the bird.
And the bloody sat nav.
Then the hotel.
The rocketship bathroom.
Awsome cold showers.
The slightly scary surroundings.
Effing 4 lane roundabouts.
The addictive badly american dubbed oriental action film.
Sucky hotel TV internet.
The very patient hotel staff man with nice hair.
All of those rather attractive young men.
The in - room tea and coffee equipment.
Achey feet.
The crappy £6 hotel breakfast.
Crazy speedy taxi drivers, hey they got us there.
The broken air conditioning.
Very very scary lorry drivers, surely there not allowed to do that?
The outstanding selection of music played in the car.
Smell of fags hitting us everytime we walked into the room.
Our room on the top 12th floor.
The key card failing on us regularly.
Uncomfortable lifd rides.
The overpriced american diners.
'£9 for a fuckin' burger!'
Cutting people off on the road.
The pictures and videos to come.
Our new t - shirts.
The crossword puzzles, 'I'm telling you its lemur.'
Dentalux kids toothpaste, 'It's like jelly!'
Pj bottoms.
Funny accents, 'Southern Pride Y'all!'
Sunglasses on the drive.
Singing too loud to even care.
Sweating like bitches.
Weird coincidents.
Reunions.
There is 7 things i hate about you. haha.
The crap in the back of my car.
Being star struck every 3 seconds approx.
The steering lock.
Those lovely northern accents.
That pointless sofa.
Nice whoreish shoes.
Lucozade, liquorice, glacier fruits and fizzy worms.
Bathroom pictures, sideways hat, manga eyes.
Too much more to even say...
But all of this MADE our trip to Slamdunk 09. Genius. xXx
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