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Travel Blogs from Hendaye
... but is now a collection of shops and cafes. Gambling on the chance that one would be able to get good coffee there we stop at Café Hegoa and enjoy a welcome cuppa. Walking on we found a pleasant place on some rocks to while away some time and enjoy the sun. It was with some regret that we left to catch the train, without incidence this time, back to St Jean.
Once we had dined and packed we couldn't resist a final tour of the harbour by night. St Jean is a very pleasant place to ...
Leaving Madrid to head toward the north coast of Spain we
thought we had encountered the worst of the hills, but no, the van was
confronted again and again with further climbs all of which caused it to
struggle and meant that we were often pulling into the side to let those cars
behind us pass. The scenery was much the
same as the trip into Madrid, very harsh and although I looked everywhere not
once did I see a house that even vaguely resembled ...
On our way to Biarritz we stopped for a night in Bordeaux to break the trip up. There was no time for more wine tasting but we managed to explore the little city which was very pretty. The wine regions around Bordeaux seem smaller and more privately owned with not as much history as Burgundy so I was glad we chose Burgundy instead. Driving into Biarritz we passed through the small surf town of Hossegor so Tom could check the surf. There was a small wave but it was quite windy and chilly. ...
... a town right over the French border, there were 9 foot swells at 15 seconds with a 9mph wind. I am not sure if that is good but it was sure fun watching. One problem I could identify was there were a lot of Kooks out there. They have many surf schools. Boards were flying all over the place. The best I could tell, the experienced surfers went further out to a separate ...
... where a older man lived. He rented the rooms for people passing Hendaye from Spain to go to France.
The house like the ones in the movies. Big stairs, creepy sculptures and beds that made more noise than a train. Still, we had fun and took it as a good thing. It was better that way that to sleep in the street the first night.