Biarritz has been a fairly topic of conversation when beaches and surfing has been mentioned in the past, so as I was passing closer than I had ever been, it seemed a shame not to take the opportunity to visit. The weather was still exceedingly warm and sunny for the time of year, so I headed there immediately I had crossed the border.
A smart, well proportioned beach town, with cliff top hotels, a casino, interesting shops and plenty of moneyed inhabitants. Interesting when mixed with a large beach bum/surfing population who lived for the next storm and the perfect wave, a can only imagine that both parties tolerate each other and get on one way or another. With Percy I didn’t fit into either category, but into the weird and wonderful world of the motor home traveler, not that I really feel at home there either. Just as well as I spend very little time in the allotted camper van parking area as the town and beach are so much more enjoyable.
The sea was rough with brilliant waves for surfing. I momentarily wished that I had packed my wet suit and body board, but logistically there really isn’t room. Swimming is a close second, though after the med last month and the chilly river beaches I had enjoyed in Portugal I severely braced myself for the freezing atlantic waters. What a pleasant surprise, in comparison to icy river dips, the sea felt warm and playing in the waves was great fun, I lasted a good half hour before feeling the chill and quickly warmed myself in the sun afterwards. A couple of mornings cycling round the town and the afternoons beach side was a great treat and a wonderful way to pass my birthday, I treated myself to a cliff top restaurant meal to celebrate the passing of another year and the renewed opportunity to further my plans. Tomorrow the search would become No:1 on the agenda once again.
|spot the surfer|
|the southern side of town|
|sunset over the spanish coastline|
|funky modern aquarium|
|18 October 2013. birthday boy.|
|yes Milady, I stayed in Milady|