The first week in my new home was spent scouting out surf spots, running routes and the best boulangerie to find a gâteau basque. Advertisements
Ah Hossegor, j’adore. A place where year abroad paperwork and French university timetables were replaced by rolling waves and peaceful pine forests…
A couple of weeks ago, my fellow English Erasmus students and I came to the sudden realisation that there were only six more weeks left of our first term abroad. A mild panic set in as we remembered all of the places we said we would go to but hadn’t yet managed to see. So, we made a bucket-list. Having spent the last three months marvelling at the majestic Pyrenees from afar, paying them a visit was at the top of the list. We made a pact that come rain or shine, we would make it up to those mountains.
From surfing in the Basque Country to soaking up some French culture (and wine) in nearby Toulouse and Bordeaux, it’s safe to say that I won’t be doing much studying this term…
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.
During my week surfing in South West France, we took a day trip to the glittering surf town of Biarritz. Located on the rocky coast of the French Basque Country, this opulent seaside town boasts beautiful 19th century architecture as well as some of Europe’s best waves.
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.