15 hours in a 15 seater van is a lot of things. It’s super fun, disgusting, hilarious, ridiculous, illegal, terrifying and exactly what we want to be doing. And so we are.
We started the day in the beast vehicle at Denny’s on Century Blvd. by LAX. We walked in to pick up Yago Dora, who was eating inside a bustling Denny’s with his entire family, fresh off the jet from Florianopolis, Brazil.
“How’s Yago’s whole family going to fit in the van?” Droid asked genuinely concerned, assuming the whole family of 8 was coming with us. “Oh, don’t worry we’er just grabbing Yago.” He then ordered Eggs over My Hammy. To go.
When Yago finishes his Denny’s quesadilla we hit the road to grab Dill and Beeg from Malibu. Once assembled, we proceed to drive the van with all our shit into a super localized spot’s parking lot, where we luckily find people we know and luck out that the waves suck bad enough for us to surf without hassle. We wash off the cobwebs and then pile in.
What happens next is probably best watched in the film for the trip (which will be coming soon), but in short it was head banging, it was distortion-filled, it was a piss break every five minutes and it was long. But we are here. Further North than we were yesterday, so we’ll start here. Stay tuned to WhatYouth.com, to the Scrapbook page, our Insta page, and possibly an experiment in super macro Lizards of Summer footage on the What Youth Snapchat. We’ll see. We may not need that much technology in our life. But the shit that’s happening should be seen somehow. —Travis