St Girons, Messanges & Vieux Boucau

St Girons  

St Girons  

The next stop was at St Girons Plage. It was a small beach town with a handful of restaurants and a surf club. Whilst waiting for the tide to drop (waves were not good at high tide) three packed coached loads of teenagers from Germany arrived. The place went from eerily dead to surprisingly busy very fast, we learnt this is apparently where the German surf championship is held. 

 

St Girons

St Girons

High line

High line

Once the tide dropped we had some fairly fat slow waves, only with a couple of hollow sections. Not much of a shore break. We weren't digging the waves so we moved on. 

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// MESSANGES

Messanges lines

Messanges lines

We had no expectations for Messanges plage other than its relatively small size. We weren't disappointed, the waves looked amazing with lines all over the place and a perfect vantage point to watch everything. Sipping a Sangria from the bar on the sand bank I photographed Duncan battle it out for waves with a concentrated group of surfers. There were plenty of drop ins to gawp at and the hussle didn't end until the tide changed and peaks spread out.

Messanges  

Messanges  

We parked up for the night in the beach car park with loads of other surf vans. At 7am we were awoken from our sleep by what started as a spritely knock on the van and turned into the persistent thunderous banging of a police man. We quickly realised we were the only ones left in the car park and there was in fact a sign to say no overnight parking, bah! The so called police man (who we suspect could just be local security) let us off a ticket but gave us a good old fashioned banishment from Messanges for 7 days.

 

An early morning dropping tide produced peeling hollow rights on a bank a bit to the left as you look out to sea. There was plenty of peaks across the beach up until around low tide when it became a bit confused. After the surf we left for Vieux Boucau conscious that Messanges had the best waves yet.

 

// VIEUX BOUCAU 

 

It was a fly by visit to Vieux Boucau, a larger more tourist focused town with a lot of activity. Negotiating entrance to the sea through the hectic shore break teaches anyone with less experience the essence of good timing. It was interesting to watch others master the shore break in a town popular with all surfing abilities.  The surf seemed better at low tides before it got fat on the outside and unsurfable in the shorebreak.

 

Afterwards we drank coffee and watched the surf from the Mojito beach bar. The main stretch of bunting clad shops further in land was good for a quick wander then it was time to move on.

 

Hossegor, Capbreton and Seignosse were up next.