C’est La Vie
Today was one of those days when we had a long to-do list, and miraculously managed to check off each task just in time before everything closed. The reason for the hustle is the Fete du Bayonne, a festival in France that attracts over a million people, causing crazy traffic all around Biarritz and Bayonne. It starts tomorrow night and ends Sunday. It will make moving around and transferring our luggage a real challenge this weekend.
While at the Halles 5 Cantons, we ate a Mediterranean-style meal at Auzoko - falafel, the best tabouli, tzatziki, pita … Then we had our French lesson with Lula at 3:00, and this time, we met her there. While we were in our lesson, Gabe took off to reserve a storage unit, or as they call it here, a "box." This way, we can store all the bikes, surfboards, skis, and extra luggage we won’t need next month. It is a bit sad to part with our gear our last two days in Capbreton, but considering the traffic situation, driving a van around is not an option.
Tonight was our last chance for a night bike ride, at 10 pm, we set off on our bikes. The streets were filled with people. Luke chose the route - to take the long way to Gigios in Hossegor and back around. Charlie was riding ahead, and a young guy playing with a ball accidentally lost control of it. He tried to grab the ball but ended up colliding with Charlie. Fortunately, Charlie managed to steer his bike towards the grass. He fell on the grass, got up quickly, and assured everyone that he was fine. The guy who caused the mishap was very apologetic. Since I don’t speak French well enough I couldn’t give him a piece of my mind. I settled for a simple, "C’est bon” and carried on. Charlie’s legs were covered in grease from the bike chain, he had a scraped elbow, and some puncture wounds on his leg that were bleeding a bit. Despite it all, he continued the ride, eventually we took a break in Hossegor for a drink and a round of Couillon. The return journey was intense and fun, as it started raining heavily. We were cold and completely soaked, but we laughed it off. C’est la vie!
