Hossegor

After 2 boats, 4 train rides, and 2 buses we finally arrived in Hossegor, France, the capital of Pull-in underwear. Pierre and Bobby, two of Benji's friends picked us up in Bayonne and drove us to Hossegor. For those of you who don't know, Benji is our friend who lives in San Diego with Matt. His arrival back in his hometown was a surprise to all of his friends, so in Pierre's car, he wore a wig so no one would recognize him. Benji took us to his home where we met his very nice family and cute sister. His family had prepared a 5 course meal for our arrival. We ate with a bunch of friends and family of Benji's and then went out to Safari, Hossegor's finest club.

When we partied with Benji in Las Vegas in the beginning of our trip, we had no idea how crazy this guy can get. But when he was on his home-field of Hossegor, this guy was a god. Every single person knew his name, every bar tender gave him free bottles with his name on it, and all the girls wanted to marry him and come back to the states for iPod minis. The owner of the club gave us a table and Benji started riping peoples shirts off, taking off his pull-in underwear and wearing them on his head, and just being degenerate. When we went back to Benji's house at 6am he woke up his whole family to tell them about our adventures at Safari. Some people we had met at the club jumped in Benji's pool naked, we got into a fight with some gypsies, and ran home naked. Easily the craziest night of our European trip. And we owe about 200 iPod minis to Hossegor's finest.

The next day Benji took us to the beach were everyone he knows is a pro surfer. Even Benji's 14 year old cousin Vince (who probably gets more girls than all of us combined) is a pro surfer. Hossegor had some of the most gorgeous girls in all of the world, and on this beach they were all topless. We were in Heaven. This was the best beach we had ever been to in our lives, hands down. The sand felt like flour, the water was crystal clear, and did we mention there was gorgeous topless girls everywhere?

The rest of Hossegor consisted of more of the same excellentness. Every meal we had breakfast, lunch, or dinner, was a three course meal. The food we ate was incomparable to anywhere else in the world. Some nights we had the French delicacy, Foie gras. Other nights we had a huge plate of paella that Benji's father prepared for us. Every meal was followed by raw prosciutto and fomage. For every dinner we had, we were joined by all of Benji's closest friends and family, and he is a very popular man. We made so many great friends, partied every night, and left Hossegor saying it was our favorite destination of our entire European adventure.