My first ever road trip was when I was 18. My childhood friend Basti Langer and I went to Copenhagen on a skate trip. I remember we drove there in my mom’s old VW Golf, she pretty much leant it to everybody that had a license, even friends of my sister and I. The entire trip we only listened to one record: Young MC’s Cold Stone Rhymin’. It was the only record (tape) we took to Copenhagen. It was chaotic and wild… lots of skating, and we slept in the car. I will never forget it.
32 years and a lot of road trips later, I am driving a very different vehicle to Ireland. It’s a brand-new campervan that we just picked up at the Dethleffs office in Southern Germany, which we’re supposed to spend the next two
