So last night in San Sebastian started with an ince cream (no. 2 in a day), then developed into another night out with the rest of the hostel- much beer was again drunk. In fact I woke up quite hungover and had to run over to where the car was parked and top it up so I had time to shower ect. Had a chat with Californian guy and headed off.
I got a quick pastry on the way back to the car before heading over to France. I got off the motorway around Guethary to drive up the coast road which is slower but scenic. The waves looked small to non existent. Then as I was driving a Douane policeman pulled up in a motorbike and said he wanted to pull me over. I looked in my mirror and there were two more- I had a full police escort through France like the Prime Minister. I stopped where directed and got out. They wanted to know where I was going, whether I had canabis and/ or bought anything expensive in France. I suspect that many people try and get weed across the borded so I understand their motive for stopping me. They were quite friendly and realised I was just surfing- so they didn't bother searching my car (maybe because it was such a bloody mess).
I headed up to Anglet. On the way through I grabbed a quiche at an artisan bakery which was awesome and a freshly squeezed orange juice. Checked the surf but it was barely rideable so headed to the golf course.
My first Golfing experience- course wise:
So I decided to play a 9 hole course which I managed to blag even withou the liscence. This was a humbling experience- I am really sh** at golf. The first hole was par 4 and I did in 9- not terrible for first go. Then I got on the fairway on hole 2. But by the 3rd hole things deteriorated. I had to let people pass as I was taken so long. I contemplated giving up, but eventually finished the course- I gave up scoring on Par 3, there would have been so many penalties. The weather was amazing. But I am crap at golf and was stuggling with a muscle pull, which I think came from last night's dance off with a local in San Seba.
After feeling quite humbled at golf I rechecked Anglet up at Cavaliers, but it was barely surfable and the surf was meant to pick up. So i headed to Bayonne to get some gel for my pulled muscle and a quick wander before Dan called. We aranged to meet up later. On the way I stopped at Carrefour in Tarnos for a big pitstop including some Brebis and new shorts (my others are covered in Spanish ice cream- although I sometimes wear them).
Then headed up to Capbreton to la Piste. The waves were stilll small and breaking on the sure. I spoke to this surfer girl who looked so hot (although despite are convo I don't think she was interested) and she reckoned the waves were not surfable. I begged to differ. When Dan came along I grabbed my board and went in. Unfortunately on my first wave I broke the nose of my surfboard (again). In the sunset the UV would not dry the resin, so it remains unfixed- something I am pissed off about. I grabbed the handplane and had a body surf while Dan took photos.
Then we headed up to Capbreton town. I was not gonna have dinner, having had a Brebis croissant followed by Brebis yoghurt (a Matt special) but saw Dan's steak and then ordered a tartare myself. Now I write this having eaten far too much. The last few days esp San Seba, but also today have burned a whol in my wallet. I am many Euros down. It is back to the aire Camping and the campigaz for the next few days. Don't expect so many wifi updates.
1st hole
On the fairway- a rare sight
steak tartare Ihope I don't regret this
I got a quick pastry on the way back to the car before heading over to France. I got off the motorway around Guethary to drive up the coast road which is slower but scenic. The waves looked small to non existent. Then as I was driving a Douane policeman pulled up in a motorbike and said he wanted to pull me over. I looked in my mirror and there were two more- I had a full police escort through France like the Prime Minister. I stopped where directed and got out. They wanted to know where I was going, whether I had canabis and/ or bought anything expensive in France. I suspect that many people try and get weed across the borded so I understand their motive for stopping me. They were quite friendly and realised I was just surfing- so they didn't bother searching my car (maybe because it was such a bloody mess).
I headed up to Anglet. On the way through I grabbed a quiche at an artisan bakery which was awesome and a freshly squeezed orange juice. Checked the surf but it was barely rideable so headed to the golf course.
My first Golfing experience- course wise:
So I decided to play a 9 hole course which I managed to blag even withou the liscence. This was a humbling experience- I am really sh** at golf. The first hole was par 4 and I did in 9- not terrible for first go. Then I got on the fairway on hole 2. But by the 3rd hole things deteriorated. I had to let people pass as I was taken so long. I contemplated giving up, but eventually finished the course- I gave up scoring on Par 3, there would have been so many penalties. The weather was amazing. But I am crap at golf and was stuggling with a muscle pull, which I think came from last night's dance off with a local in San Seba.
After feeling quite humbled at golf I rechecked Anglet up at Cavaliers, but it was barely surfable and the surf was meant to pick up. So i headed to Bayonne to get some gel for my pulled muscle and a quick wander before Dan called. We aranged to meet up later. On the way I stopped at Carrefour in Tarnos for a big pitstop including some Brebis and new shorts (my others are covered in Spanish ice cream- although I sometimes wear them).
Then headed up to Capbreton to la Piste. The waves were stilll small and breaking on the sure. I spoke to this surfer girl who looked so hot (although despite are convo I don't think she was interested) and she reckoned the waves were not surfable. I begged to differ. When Dan came along I grabbed my board and went in. Unfortunately on my first wave I broke the nose of my surfboard (again). In the sunset the UV would not dry the resin, so it remains unfixed- something I am pissed off about. I grabbed the handplane and had a body surf while Dan took photos.
Then we headed up to Capbreton town. I was not gonna have dinner, having had a Brebis croissant followed by Brebis yoghurt (a Matt special) but saw Dan's steak and then ordered a tartare myself. Now I write this having eaten far too much. The last few days esp San Seba, but also today have burned a whol in my wallet. I am many Euros down. It is back to the aire Camping and the campigaz for the next few days. Don't expect so many wifi updates.
1st hole
On the fairway- a rare sight
steak tartare Ihope I don't regret this
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