Biarritz Update

Hello once again, my apologies again for the slow rate of updates but finding a good internet connection in morocco is a little bit hard, and for some strange reason I would rather be outside in the sun!

As we left you last we were leaving archaron and heading for Biarritz hopefully for some sun, however the curse of Bendigo and his rain making skills struck again and we arrived to grey skies and english like drizzle. This however would not dimish our high spirits as we were now in one of the best surfing and party towns in the south of France.

Finding a campsite was easy, however on arrival Nathan soon realised that it was the same one that he had run away from two years ago without paying for several nights! Thankfully there was no wanted poster in the reception so we quickly set up camp, cleaned ourselves up and headed for town.

Finding the town packed as always we set about doing what the English do best, drinking, followed by increasingly more elaborate means of drinking with a few games, much to the confusion of the straight laced Swiss group next to us! I think Iain may have lost the previous game judging by his expression!

Looking back with rose tinted glasses of hindsight, which of course is a wonderful thing this was to prove to be somewhat of a mistake! Sorry I meant to say the best possible course of action as of course the crew of Sahara Cabs do not make mistakes!

After meeting a variety of English people on a similar mission to us, the majority of whom were a hen party, and many friendly locals who thankfully spoke very good english we encountered our very first celebrity of the tour. See the picture below for details and an exciting competition!

I forgot to mention that the girl on the left hand side of the picture here, left that evening with a special memento to remember us by. Bendigo decided to share the Sahara Cabs love by tattoing our web address on her arm. However he got a bit carried away, and opted to use what would have been about a size 140 font covering her arm. Still she didnt seem too bothered.... Anyway back to the celeb.

If anyone can tell us who this former French international is, a free fare of up to 16 Dirhams will be available as a reward! As you can see from the picture Iain used to play rugby too, after all they practically look like twins, in a kind of Danny Devito and Arnie sort of way!

After the bars drew to a close we hit the alledgedly world famous Playboy club to throw some shapes. To our amazement not only did they allow us in (after rather alot of calories!) but they thought we fitted the club so well they allowed us in free of charge!

This is where the evening went so right and yet so wrong! Nathan managed to bag himself a very attractive lady (just look at the smug bastard!) by the name of Sarah, which he claims as fate given the similarity of her name and the final destination and company name of Sahara! Iain on the other hand was good and fought off the ladies with a large and very dangerous looking stick, instead choosing to improve Anglo French relations by talking to every single person in the club. Bendigo on the other hand found love of a different kind, with the barman taking rather a shine to him and plying him with free shots. Don't worry girls the boy is not for turning, so please continue sending in the fanmail to the usual address.

Taking a break from attempting to undo several hundred years of bad blood between the English and French, Iain showed us and everyone his party piece,( no, not that one Kate!) his amazing pole dancing ability. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I think this little lot are worth rather more!

All in all it was a rather succesful night!

The morning however was a different affair altogether! Despite this we did manage to acomplish several things. Iain went for his first surf, albeit on a red flagged beach much to the disgust of the lifeguards, who may or may not have looked like this....

We also set about some maintainence to cure a rather wet fuse box caused by a blocked drainage pipe. This was done in typical fashion by poking it with some wire, hitting it, blowing into it and of course swearing at it until it was clear. Iain says it was the poking that did it, but Bendigo and Nathan are convinced it was the swearing, Bendigo especially can be very intimidating when he wants to be!

The final act of the day was to pick up a Finn by the name of Chris, our first official fare! We are not sure but we think that these two may have been seperated at birth.

Chris

Mugatu

As the weather was still a bit rubbish and lots of things were closed including the sun, so we packed up shop and headed for San Sebastien were we were in for an unexpected suprise.

Apologies for the lack of video but the speed here is rubbish, we will put them up probably when we get to Rabat. (yes i know we are a little behind but we are on holiday!)