Campanile Dax Saint-Paul-les-Dax
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... I tried to get my surf skills down but the improvement is very little, Sahid instead had a blast with the great swell that was around. I think after months of not having touched the ocean or board, my smaller/new board, the cold weather and putting on a wet wetsuit is not working in my advantage. But i have to say, the waves so far on our trip were pretty good!
We crossed the boarder to Spain, San Sebastian to discover the beautiful city and walked around town for ...
... rugged path and the spartan accommodations gave a monastic quality to the Camino experience. The traditional pilgrimage route covers over 700 kilometers and can take over a month. We tackled just one of the earliest hills. Modern day pilgrims find the "Camino" to be a cleansing ritual for self discovery, vision quest or mental cleansing. We planned ahead and ate a heavy lunch late in the afternoon. Being full, we were able to ...
... we had lunch. Crossed into France again. We had been paying motorway tolls all day in Spain, and now had to pay our share to France! Very trying and expensive at times. Noted the road signs are still in two languages- now French and Basque. Arrived at our camp for the night in the small town of Orhez. Needed to try our poor French again but we managed. Soft rain as we finished dinner. Hope for a quiet night. Tomorrow I ...
... sunflowers, little streams, and chateaux on the hills amongst stone cottages. These fields eventually gave way to the vineyards of Bordeaux, then the sand flats of Les Landes.
Arriving in Bayonne, after the buzz and crowds of Paris, it was like another world again. It's an old river city, so a bit tattered around the edges. The wrought iron on the balconies was not as perfect, the shutters were a bit crooked, the little streets were smaller, and it ...
... dive that boat and found myself panting and cramping and getting know where. I resigned and floated into a flat patch for half an hour, holding my board like it was a lifesaving buoyancy device. Then came a random set and I mustered every piece of energy I had to paddle, it picked my up, I pushed my body upwards and SLIPPED off the bloody side. I then let the ocean sweep me into shore, I was done. I am proud to say I caught one wave in the French surf.
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