Yesterday evening, Joel's friend Michel took us to check out the next town over from us called Guéthary. It's an old whaling village. (Don't worry, they don't do that anymore. Except on Fridays. Just kidding.) Michel told us that 500 years ago people got into the equivalent of canoes to go out on the water and hunt for Moby Dick and his bros,"That's ok, you guys go ahead without me in the canoe to get the whales with the sticks! I'll totally catch up with you guys later."
Al has actually been to Guéthary before. He says it's usually a pretty fun wave. Right next to the little harbor, it's easy to find for those of you who'll want to give it a shot in the area. After we had our fill of Basque culture, we got some lunch at a rad spot. I swear the fish I ate jumped out of the ocean and onto my plate.
One thing you'll get to know fast if you travel with us, is that we roll with 90 cameras. Japanese tour group-style. Let's see...yesterday I had mine, Nolan had two or three film cameras, Scott had one, Al had his film one, Michel was shooting film, too. Hey, we like to document.
This was the best. Someone was practicing their English cursive. I think they nailed it by the last one, don't you?
There's a shop between Biarritz and Guéthary that only sells handmade boards, Wallako Surf.
We stopped in to check it out. The owner lives right next door so he came over to say what's up. Andrew was coveting this one.
The French call this, "Le Plante des Cigarette." It's a common gift in this part of the world for Bastille Day, Christmas, or simply being born.
Good news. Looks like we're leaving for Spain in the morning. Duct Tape Invitational practice starts tomorrow.