The Deepest, Darkest French Catacombs We’ve Seen
Plus, a doggy door gone terribly wrong.
If it weren’t for the wetsuits, you’d swear this was Mexico.
With towering peaks this shifty and refined, I half expected to see Coronas and four-wheelers stashed in the sweltering sand next to shady palms. But no, it turns out this is France. Specifically, Hossegor on Friday, Feb. 25. Smack in the middle of a solid European swell bender.
Hossegor is notorious for its tides and mood swings, but fortune swung in the favor of the local tube hounds, who got the beachie about as good as it gets. The waves looked as perfect as they were hard to catch, and jet ski assist was the only reasonable option.
Much like its Mexican doppelganger, Hossegor offered some truly looney rides for those able to hop off the sled. The Benjamin Sanchis wave in particular at the 1:30 mark looks as dreamy a roll-in-behind-the-curtain-runner-glory-pit as you could conjure.
We’d be remiss if we did not pay homage to the one paddler, Kyllian Guerin, who closes the clip by knifing into a filthy triple overhead cylinder, only to face an incoming end section that should exist only in nightmares. Still, wave of his life, he says.
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