Hossegor, France!

Now do you understand why I keep going back?

I Am Giant

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Afraid to Indicate

It is as though doing the right thing by others is an inconvenience to one’s self. In the attempt of being cool in this ‘too cool’ town, the lack of vehicle communication reflects poorly on one’s opinion of the French style of driving. A fear of allowing one see you are a responsible and road worthy driver looms in the minds of the French. Not to put them down too much, their road system is quite good, clear signage, very respectful on high ways etc, however, changing lanes and their specialty; the round-about, is another story. No pre indication of where their mind has chosen to travel. You would think a simple hand movement alerting fellow road users would save Monsieur the inevitable throw of hands and loud, silent mouth yelling ‘Putin!’ as you kindly cut him off. Who was to know he was going to continue? Maybe the French have the ability to read each other minds? They certainly know how to stare. Perhaps their immense practice of peering into each others’ souls gives them this fine ability in reading someone’s chosen exit from a round-about. Nothing but a simple task. The French. Fearful to display their intentions? Or do they have an excuse due to their supernatural capabilities?

Hossegor Sunsets

no editing, no saturating, no nothin! what an amazing sunset to come home to! 20/11/2011

Drug Busters

5th July 2011, Bordeaux bound.

An enormous motorcycle appears in front of out unregistered English piece of junk (as dodgy looking as they get. Mind you it does get you from A to B and Hossegor to Bordeaux is around 250kms, it succeeds in doing that.) The man in a navy uniform with the word 'DOUANE' clearly labelled on his back, points at us to follow him. His blue light flashes the same speed as our escalated hearts. We follow him to a destination where 10 police are standing awaiting out arrival. A mixture of hands on hips, hands behind backs, chests high and an essence of power oozing from their stance. Intimidation at its best.

Asked to get out of the car, we wait as our bags are searched and a dog sniffs the entirety of the interior. The powerful, fearsome police glare and ask 'marijuana? cannabis?' Nothing of the sort was found nor did we have any.

Sigh of relief our journey was not stopped there.

Had a quick cuddle with the skilful Labrador named Fresh and we were on our way to the airport. I, off to England for the Nike 6.0 Night Surf in Newquay and sisters Nicola and Jess to Lagos, Portugal to continue their European travels.

Another experience, another potential obstacle. All moments in life are to be enjoyed. Adrenaline filled or not.

Nicola & Jess

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