The dreaded thirteenth day. And the evil Slytherins are trying to wreck it already.

Nah, it’s just a spot of rain. Now it’s time to really show these Brit boys what Shore riding really means. Wet = good out here. After the rain…well that’s another story.

Talk about intensity. It’s always surprising how rideable the wood is in the wet. It’s just that it gets….trickier.

Oh, and spookier.

Or downright creepy at times.

Still, it’s in many ways more fun than when it’s dry out. Most of the crew, like Panama, figured it out.

Even if SOME guys didn’t bother coming out. Tony did.

I think that’s Phil there.

Still fewer guys made the swivel teeter today.

However, Llew had one of his best runs of the tour, and nailed more of Cunning Stunts today than any other day.

Washing up with the Teflon Don.

Chaos had no such immunity…

Afterwards we went to the pubs. The first one ID’d us. Like who ID’s 13 englishmen looking for a place to drink? We skipped that place and went to the other pub in town, where we met the young “lady” on the left. Who told us that last time she went drinking here she did too much GHB and got gang-banged by 27 guys on a boat. Ummmmmmm…….well there’s 14 of us.

Yeah, Gibsons. Who knew? These girls seemed nicer. You can tell by the way that they’re ignoring us.

Anyway, no conversions (luckily, I think), but another great day in the books for the Jedi Council.