Not such an early start, but 9 pm Saturday morning is a bit hard… Direction Lille for the french skateboard championships. Two and a half hours of voyage, a few speedy images of the town itself, reknown for the ‘cht’is’ and we were direct at the ‘Halle de Glisse’ where the comp was being held. Working for a female extreme sports programme, I was obviously on the look out for the girl skaters. A quick glance in the hall itself- no luck. Ok, so we’d come the day before the girls finals, but I was expecting one or two hanging around- but no.

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Not such an early start, but 9 pm Saturday morning is a bit hard… Direction Lille for the french skateboard championships. Two and a half hours of voyage, a few speedy images of the town itself, reknown for the ‘cht’is’ and we were direct at the ‘Halle de Glisse’ where the comp was being held. Working for a female extreme sports programme, I was obviously on the look out for the girl skaters. A quick glance in the hall itself- no luck. Ok, so we’d come the day before the girls finals, but I was expecting one or two hanging around- but no.

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Not such an early start, but 9 pm Saturday morning is a bit hard… Direction Lille for the french skateboard championships. Two and a half hours of voyage, a few speedy images of the town itself, reknown for the ‘cht’is’ and we were direct at the ‘Halle de Glisse’ where the comp was being held. Working for a female extreme sports programme, I was obviously on the look out for the girl skaters. A quick glance in the hall itself- no luck. Ok, so we’d come the day before the girls finals, but I was expecting one or two hanging around- but no.

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Five o clock in the morning. I reluctantly got my stuff together for what was going to be one big mission. We take the plane from Orly airport, to Casablanca, where we wait for four hours with the other members of the french press and musicians. Then we get on the plane that takes us to Dakhlar. I really have no idea what to expect. I dream of merguez, cous cous and dates- oh, and tea. Mint teaaaa……

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Five o clock in the morning. I reluctantly got my stuff together for what was going to be one big mission. We take the plane from Orly airport, to Casablanca, where we wait for four hours with the other members of the french press and musicians. Then we get on the plane that takes us to Dakhlar. I really have no idea what to expect. I dream of merguez, cous cous and dates- oh, and tea. Mint teaaaa……

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