FABULOUS is the word.
Trip Start May 04, 2006
7Trip End May 22, 2006
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A couple of Kathryn's friends were going to join us on our trip but chickened out at the last minute on account of sour weather reports, so again Kathryn and I were left to our own devices which is always a recipe for hilarious disasters and happy accidents.
We remained energized and optimistic about our weekend, even when greeted with gloomy skies and intermittent showers. In truth, even with crappy weather, this place is gorgeous, as my photos will corroborate. We spent our first afternoon and evening just checking things out, walking along the coastline
I mean, I don't wanna knock my own coastal spot on Manhattan beach, BUT, shit, this places is A-MAZING. And this was before the sun came out the next day and shone across the clear torquiose water and we basked in the sun all day. Yes, um, I think I'd go back.
So after our first afternoon and evening exploring we sat down for an extremely late dinner which put us in just in time (or so we thought) at Club Playboy around 1 am. Kathryn had been to Biarritz a few weeks back and had tons of fun at the place so it was a bit of a shock when we walked through the entrance and the whole place was dead. With the exception of a half dozen men stumbling about the bar, personne(nobody in French) was there. Kathryn and I decide to give The Playboy the benefit of the doubt and take a seat on some couches when suddenly OH LA LA!!! a man slithers up behind Kathryn scaring the bejesus out of her ( btw: the French say "oh la la" in response to almost anything). He's drunk and French and really wants to buy us drinks and chat
A few highlights:
Being Reeled into a tango via pink sweater.
Having an awkward looking German boy get really really close to my ear and screaming at the top of his lungs
I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR TITS
Being followed into the bathroom by some Morrocan guy with the worst BO I've ever smelled ever.
As we walked home that night, Kathryn and I both agree that we wouldn't go out the next evening because really, nothing could top The Playboy and our fabulous gay Frenchmen.
We spent the morning sleeping in and the afternoon lying on the beach (tough life eh?) and then we set up shop at the little restaurant situated in this little cave-ish inlet hallowed out of one of the cliffs overlooking the water to have drink and watch the sunset . . . at about 9:30 pm. We hit up a little bistro for dinner where we made friends with a lovely gay (well we aren't 100% on this one, he may have just been French; it's a challenging game!) waiter. An evening well spent.
On Sunday we made the trek out to the lighthouse which rests way up high (as lighthouses are oft to do) and is perfectly placed so that you get the full view of the Biarritz coastline. And we shopped and ate pastries. The End.