Over the past few years work has brought me to some interesting locations and have let me met some even more interesting people. Nothing however could’ve prepared me for the request I got just before the “summer”.

Assignment: Drive a 25 foot caravan to Ireland for the RTL4 show “Camping Life”.

I also had to find somebody to toggle along with me on this roadtrip who also had caravan experience.

First things that instantly came to mind were:

-Like I know people that drive caravans, let alone on a regular basis.

-I’ve only driven a caravan ones and that baby didn’t even come close to the size this thing was.

-I’ve never driven on the left side of the road, let alone with a 25 foot caravan.

-Ireland is famous for its….well…Irish Pubs so that can’t be a good combination.

Nevertheless I accepted the job because it was a hell of a sweat deal. I mean, getting paid for going on a roadtrip and get all this pocket money to spend on food, hotels and your mom. I didn’t have to think long about who to be my partner in crime for this ratrace to Ireland. I called Mr. roadtrip, Henri, himself and he was down with the deal and jumped along.

Now the plan was like this:

1. Pick up the van, hook up the caravan at IdtV and drive to Hoek van Holland.
2. Get on the ferry, get wasted and party all night.
3. Wake up with a hangover and drive all the way from the east coast of England to the west coast.
4. Get on another ferry to Ireland.
5. Drive all the way along the Gold Coast of Ireland on the most shittiest roads that aren’t meant for caravans to find this camping.
6. Drop the caravan, meet those Camping Life faggots, hand over the keys and get the hell out of there to get pissed wherever in Ireland.
7. Pick up the caravan 2 days later to drive all the way back with a stop in Dublin to check out the nightlife over there.

Now it was quit tricky because we had all this ferries to catch and drive for I don’t know how many miles with a hangover on the wrong side of the road with a fucking caravan.

So how did we do?

Check out the pictures and find out…

The setup.

Most depressing band ever on the ferry.

I almost wanted to kill myself.

We had nothing to do with this.

Drinks helped.

Dinner was good though.

Time for some b-ball.

You never know when a stretch Homer can come in handy.

Or a stretch Scooby.

Or Mr. Potatoehead.

Racing through England.

Mr. Potatoehead approves the scenery.

Yes, also this.

We delivered the caravan in one piece.

Fucking up some shots before we get the fuck out of there.

Mr. Potatoehead slows us down

Nice rail next to the camping.

With an even nicer landing.

Great!

You find the one thing skatable and it breaks…

On the road again.

People paint there houses in striking colours in Ireland so they know wich house is theirs when they stumble out of the pub every night.

The emo trend has gone way too far! You can probably tank tears here.

Continuing our trip.

Cork.

Party area.

Somehow you forget how to take proper pictures after a while.

The only thing you need in the morning.

Henri brakking it out with our homie Mr. Potatoehead.

Mr. Potatoehead spinning some tunes.

Hangover session on my own.

Fuck me i laced it!

It’s easy for Mr. Potatoehead to keep on going, he’s a fucking Potatoe…on the other hand so am I…hmmm.

Not the best idea..

You know why..

Man a shop fucking sold these ISPO prototype shoes full of crap!

Vet.

Neh too high.

Mr. Potatoehead wanted a go.

Time for beer again.

Party.

Piss stop.

No idea where this was.

At least they’ve got their films down in Ireland.

The camera adapted my view.

Your random holiday pic.

Some golf is always good.

Some ghetto rail next to the road.

Some ghetto topsoul.

Some drinking again.

Henri is very serious when it comes to his hair when going out.

Nice rail, too bad my mind was already set for alcohol so I didn’t even bother.

Same story, oh and it was knobbed.

Uh…

Dublin scenery.

Irish sluts.

Henri’s trophy of the night went K.O.

Morning kankerlul.

We always kept the caravan nice and clean.

You’d better do the same after your dog!

Quick stop at Toys ‘R Us.

Couldn’t let this rail pass.

Great, we missed the ferry which caused us fucking one and half day delay!!!

Henri shows how you tank when the tank is on the other side.

Quit simple.