Water torture in Biarritz

From Biarritz and others

The first shot says it all really. Check out the lighthouse in the Background. Its about 4 or 5 stories tall. then look at the size of the wave. (This view was about 20 metres from our hotel, where we spent 2 nights.)

Arriving to this view, after having not touched the water for about 6 weeks was unbelievable.

On the train from Toulouse, i had all my fingers and toes crossed hoping to catch some swell for a few days respite from my surfing famine.

Biarritz is a great town, it reminded Adri and I of Gisborne. Everyone was very relaxed and super helpful, the streets were tidy, it was quiet in comparison to our last few stops.

My first mission after jumping off the train was to drag Adri around, looking for a surfboard hire store. We had a list we picked up at the tourist information centre. About Half were closed, but we heard that there was a few stores open in a neighbouring town. It was getting late, so we cut our losses and headed to bed.

The next day, i awoke to the sound of booming waves. It was even bigger! Ironically, the waves were too big! NO ONE was out. We saw a few cars driving by with boards, heading south to Spain, where the waves were a tad smaller and cleaner.

I spoke to a local who said there was a sqad of guys doing Tow-in surfing half an hour south of our current location. He said the waves were about 25 foot there, and predicted to get bigger during the week.

Feeling quite unfit, after too many pastries, exotic cheeses and chocolates, i sat for two days and watched these amazing waves come through.

sigh