I had the pleasure of staying at the surf hostel in both Bidart and Biarritz. For those of you who have never stayed in a hostel before, I encourage you strongly to do so. I’ve met a lot of like-minded people there so far from all over the world. Australia, England, Germany, etc. and it’s been an incredible experience. Hostels are communal in that you share a room, you share bathrooms; it’s much like staying in an apartment with people that you have never met.
My first night in Bidart, I stayed with two girls from Australia and a girl from England. The two Aussies were on holiday, while the girl from England had come recently from Argentina, having recently been fired from a work as you go job. At least that is what I caught. The accent was pretty strong. There were two surfers from Germany, a honeymooning couple from France, and the brilliant owner of the Surf Hostel establishment, Jono, and his two brekkie-cooking staff members following the surf. There were a few other English girls as well.
The environment encourages the formation of relations. You live with them, you eat with them, you go surfing with them or sit on the couch and chill. The best part about hostels is how quickly and naturally all of this seems to come. Many travel alone, some of them for months, and you begin to depend on the people that you meet along your trip for company. Everyone seems to want to make a friend at the hostels, which is pretty awesome.
After parting with the hostel in Bidart and Biarritz, I took the bus to Anglet where I am now. After checking in and meeting a few other people, I walked five minutes to the beach and rented a board for an hour. I talked with the shop owner who I had rented from my first day in town with Lucie, and I made conversation with a guy whose daughter was completing her fifth day of lessons and had been to the States before on holiday.
After unsuccessfully catching any surf, and successfully getting repeatedly smashed by oncoming waves, I struck up conversation with a smiling Indian man who I had been surfing next to with an apple red surfboard with a chicken being hatched painted on it. He too had been bullied by the waves, and we walked to a better part of the beach to have another go.
I caught the bus from Anglet to Biarritz where I spent a day walking among the city. Instead of having a bakery, pharmacy, and a few other shops like the surrounding towns (Anglet and Bidart), Biarritz was full of restaurants, glaceries (ice cream shops), everything imaginable. I bought an ice cream from one of the glaceries, and then I went to a café where I had the best salad that I have ever eaten in my life and a glass of wine. I followed up the experience by having a haircut. Une coiffure, or a salon, is unlike anything that I have ever experienced. Usually, I let Great Clips get the job done, but this place, I imagine, is where the gods get a trim.
I stopped back at the beach at Anglet on my way back to l’auberge de jeunesse and watched the sunset on the beach. There I met Marie-Sabine.