The countless ‘summer’ albums currently embellishing Facebook, has made me aware, photos of your friends frolicking on the beach are particulary painstaking. Especially if you’ve been stuck in an office ‘workin’ nine to five.’ Good karaoke song. Not good riding hours.
Toulouse cable was my first destination, where I stayed with ‘French Laura’ and her brother Alexis aka ‘Coach’, so called because he’d give me tips, whilst operating at Bli Bli cable, Australia. Despite lugging 20kg of board bag, containing my wakeboard and accessories, I chose to go wakeskating. The cable is goofy (runs clockwise) and I wasn’t wearing any trainers, needless to say, my toe-side edges were a plenty.
Straight after I headed to Biarritz, for the Roxy Jam. It was sick. Really. All, including the professional longboarders who, incidently, were there to battle it out for the Longboard World Championships, felt the predominant good surfing vibes. Representing Roxy, the gorgeous Kassia Meador and her friend, fellow Californian, Jen Smith who won the contest, with her ‘classic cali style.’ An all round sports woman, she even brought her Sector Nine skate with her, which, regrettably, I never got the chance to try out.
The concert was cancelled, thus missing Santogold en live. However, we did not cry into our glasses of rouge, hooking up with group Le Corps Mince de Francois, who have followed the current trend of taking a French name despite being neither francophone or speaking the language, but it’s cool, y’all! I’ll give credit where credit’s due, we hung out with them that night and I can confirm those Finnish girls definitely painted the town red.