Ah Hossegor, j’adore. A place where year abroad paperwork and French university timetables were replaced by rolling waves and peaceful pine forests…
My two week trip to the Teardrop of India took me from coast to jungle to hill country and back again.
Known for its world-class waves and beautiful beaches, Peniche was the perfect patch of Lisbon coastline for a group of 20-something year old dudes and dudettes frothing for a bit of pre-exam season sun and surf.
“It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins, the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail of to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.”
Sun, surfing, sangria… An incredible week of surfing was had in Portugal with Exeter University Surf Club and Maximum Surf Camp.
My beloved polaroid camera accompanied me on my trip to South West France, where we spent a week camping and surfing in the beautiful Basque Country. Here are some polaroid memories from our week with Star Surf Camps.
It took seventeen hours to get there, on a cramped and crowded overnight coach from a very dark and dismal Dover. But once we had set foot on the sun-bathed beaches of Moliets-et-Maa that morning, all memories of broken coach toilets, uncomfortable sleeping positions and sticky floors had disappeared.