I went to Jerusalem for my regular family visit
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2025 10:40 am
Skateboarding is a very social thing: we're always looking for someone to ride with, someone to take pictures with, or just someone to keep us from cars while we jump the 8 in the middle. I met half of my friends through skateboarding and I know I have a couch to throw on in half the cities in the country, and I'm sure you do too.
But today I came to talk about something else: traveling alone. I often hear skaters whine or even stop traveling that their scene is dying and all their friends stop traveling. Maybe they're not made of the right stuff. I had periods of months where I would travel every day alone or with 10-year-olds and you know what? I never stopped loving it. So maybe there's no one to skate with, no one tells you hahaha about the flip backside tail (yeah right...) and of course fewer get better, but skating is a personal and independent thing.
There is no coach, no team, no set hours, and you are not phone number data on anyone (except Mother Earth). The feeling of skating a long grind or the tremors in your legs after bombing a huge descent is the best in the world and it is yours and yours alone. So in short, the next time one friend is screening you, the other is with his girlfriend, and the third is injured, just take your skates, go down that descent outside the house, and go on an adventure. Come back and shower, all the dirt from that fall will come off in the water, and the feeling of satisfaction will stay with you and the smile will not fade....
On Friday the 18th (a week and a half before writing this article), , not before I went to Sacer Park to have a drink with the guys.
I asked everyone where Gilly was and they told me he was "with some bunch of English...", no way I said to myself, I thought he must have gone with some tourists or something to show them some spots and this...
someone told me that they were slaughtering and they did amazing things to Lisa, the Slash Cauter statue in Kiryat Yuval,
Jerusalem.
They told me they saw a frontside blunt, footplants and even a frontside invert, and a style all over, it sounded promising. Two hours passed and I was already getting tired, Gili arrived and he told me they had to come, so I waited.
The session almost completely emptied out but I didn't give up and kept going, there was also an evening with Sherav Yerushalmi, who doesn't feel like it every day, so there's no reason to party... Suddenly out of nowhere I saw four blondes, too beautiful to be Israeli, blondes and full of English accents, it wasn't hard to figure out that it was them...
But today I came to talk about something else: traveling alone. I often hear skaters whine or even stop traveling that their scene is dying and all their friends stop traveling. Maybe they're not made of the right stuff. I had periods of months where I would travel every day alone or with 10-year-olds and you know what? I never stopped loving it. So maybe there's no one to skate with, no one tells you hahaha about the flip backside tail (yeah right...) and of course fewer get better, but skating is a personal and independent thing.
There is no coach, no team, no set hours, and you are not phone number data on anyone (except Mother Earth). The feeling of skating a long grind or the tremors in your legs after bombing a huge descent is the best in the world and it is yours and yours alone. So in short, the next time one friend is screening you, the other is with his girlfriend, and the third is injured, just take your skates, go down that descent outside the house, and go on an adventure. Come back and shower, all the dirt from that fall will come off in the water, and the feeling of satisfaction will stay with you and the smile will not fade....
On Friday the 18th (a week and a half before writing this article), , not before I went to Sacer Park to have a drink with the guys.
I asked everyone where Gilly was and they told me he was "with some bunch of English...", no way I said to myself, I thought he must have gone with some tourists or something to show them some spots and this...
someone told me that they were slaughtering and they did amazing things to Lisa, the Slash Cauter statue in Kiryat Yuval,
Jerusalem.
They told me they saw a frontside blunt, footplants and even a frontside invert, and a style all over, it sounded promising. Two hours passed and I was already getting tired, Gili arrived and he told me they had to come, so I waited.
The session almost completely emptied out but I didn't give up and kept going, there was also an evening with Sherav Yerushalmi, who doesn't feel like it every day, so there's no reason to party... Suddenly out of nowhere I saw four blondes, too beautiful to be Israeli, blondes and full of English accents, it wasn't hard to figure out that it was them...