Yessss. So stoked to go back to Jamaica for the Jamaican Fat Tyre Festival. The festival isn’t till next week but Matt Dennison and I  are headed there this week to get some ‘work’ done and check out some other hot spots.

Wow, I love this place. The people, the beauty, the kindness…LOVE. This was my second trip to Jamaica for the Fat Tyre Festival and it certainly won’t be my last. There is something about Jamaica that is intoxicating- yes, we did drink a lot of rum but thats not what I mean. It just has this crazy energy, a youthfullness, it’s bright, it’s colorful, it’s loud, there are a million smells…it makes me happy. All of the things I hate about it make me love it even more…

I honestly don’t know what else I can say about it other than the trails are epic, if I wasn’t riding every day I would 10lbs. heavier with all the delicious food I ate, I met so many great people, my face hurts from smiling for a week straight…

I think I am going to let the pictures do the talking on this one. I do want to give a giant shout out to  Jonathan and Andy for organizing a killer trip, Martin and Norvall, Sanchez and ‘Fifty’ and the boys, the Blue Mountain crew, everyone on the trip…THANK YOU.

Got questions about Jamaica? Want to see more photos? Head on over to my Facebook page.

One more thing…I have a kinda big Jamaica related announcement coming soon…it’s pretty cool. :) Don’t go far.

Woody had to go to work so Pies and I decided make the day into a bit of an adventure. We hopped on the Bus into Brisbane and headed out to the train station. We didn’t know where we wanted to go but we knew we wanted to go to the beach. We decided to go to North Stradbroke Island… random but something that looked fun and something we could set out to do for the day.

I have been waiting to come to Oz for so long and I am finally here. I flew into Brisbane and was picked up by my friend Woody and his friend Dave-O. Everything here has an O on the end of it. Getting through the airport with my 2 huge bike boxes and my suitcase was a mission but luckily the boys were just on the other side of customs waiting for me. We loaded all my stuff into the back of Dave-O’s skyline and headed for Woody’s house.

When we arrived at Woody’s place my good friend Paul (pies, prince of pies, pie face) came out to meet us. Pies is one of my good friends from Whistler and he has also come to Australia in search of riding, getting fit and some good times.