How To Go Feral In France
The Hossegor run is the default first overseas surf mission for most of us. It has many bonus points but the main one is: it’s cheap. Here’s how to do it on a scraping the barrel budget. As proven and road tested by many denizens of Plymouth and others over the years. Before we get into the meat of it we’ll assume you have the following: access to a car, boards, a sleeping bag, a lil gas burner and some Euros.
Obviously choice of vehicle is important as is occupancy. Two people in a small car is okay. Three people in a mid-size and four can do a big estate if you are really close. A van is the real winner but not something you tend to have when you’re young and doing your first teenage Hoss run.
Make sure your vehicle is legal, sort out AA/RAC cover for Europe for the duration of your trip. Trust us, we’ve had a car blow up in France with no cover and it is a mahoosive and very expensive ballache and you can’t just abandon it down there as you’ll still end up with a knock on the door and a big bill from the French rozzers.
Check the list of things the French authorities require: hi-vis vests, red triangles, spare bulbs, GB sticker, drink drive testers, etc. It’s bonkers but thems the rules and if they pull you over they can demand to see any and all of the above.
Depends which bit of Blighty you’re coming from. The Dover end crossing is well cheap and quick but you’ve got a longer and way more expensive tolled drive from Calais. From Portsmouth is ideal, not as expensive as Plymouth and the ferries tend to be overnight and arrive at dawn for your drive down. The toll road from Normandy down was around €30 total and is motorway nearly the whole way now. So check it out and compare prices for what works best for you. Of course the Santander ferry is the bomb but that tub is so expensive now even between four of you it’s crazy prices. Prices on the channel crossing range from under £100 to £400 depending on dates and route.
You can smash the Channel coast of France to Hoss in about eight or nine hours with a Maccas stop. An efficient motor is your friend here. Getting down there on one tank is totes doable in the right car. So you can get there and back for just over a £100. All French garages have awesome espresso machines so the driver can keep buzzing the whole way.
Now you can stay in campsites. But that’s not very feral and quite expensive. Being feral is all about maximising number of surf days for minimum cash. So paying for accom is out.
‘But where will I sleep?’ you cry. Easy pard. On the beach.
A decent sleeping bag and the top of the beach at the edge of the dunes makes a lovely bed. Just think of all the shooting stars you’ll see. Just be sure not to get ground up into mince by the beach cleaning bulldozers.
‘But what if it flipping rains?’. Ah, Padawan. Very good question. This is why we brought the car. If wet sleep in the motor. Like we said earlier two people in a little car is fine. Fold down the front seats and you’re be snug as. We spent a week sleeping in a Ford Ka in Portugal once and that was fine. Three in a mid range two get front seats one the back and in an estate just fight it out and sardine in. Or you can sleep under balconies/buildings. Staying in the beach car parks is no bother. The police shouldn’t bother you and there’ll be plenty of dudes in vans to pal up with.
So this whole deal is about not splashing too much cash. Eating is expensive. The classic surf fuel for feral surfers is noodles. Cheap as hell, quick to cook so you don’t spunk too much camping gas and they tasty. The other classic French treat is the 10 pack of pain au chocolates. Get one of those bad boys after your dawn surf and it’ll last you all day. For the truly ultra ninth dan feral experience go bin diving through the skips out the back of Leclerc at the end of the day and see what goodies you can find. Rule of thumb: if it looks okay and doesn’t stink you can probably eat it.
Piss is über expensive in France. In bars at least. Beer from the supermarket ain’t too bad but the most bang for your buck comes from wine. Hell it’s the Bordeaux region of France, famous, and rightly so, for its wines. So sample the plastic bottle wines and find a fruity, drinkable number. You’ll be pleasantly surprised at what you can score for less than two euros. You’ll also be winning as chicks dig wine drinkers: you’ll appear cultured and suave.
Obv’s tricky when spending no money. Normal plan: get tanked on wine/cheap Lidl lager then head to the Centrale and hang out. This is where all the action is in Hoss of an eve. If you’ve got the green you can buy one beer and nurse it.
If you want to be truly feral then you can minesweep but you need to be really careful that drinks have been abandoned properly; not temporarily as you might get a french fist in your teeth. The motherlode is hooking up with a lady/man that’s got proper accom so you can shower and sleep in comfort. Hell you might even get some action, once you’ve showered, always tarp up. No one wants surprise Franglais babies.
No campsite equals no showers and shitters. You just need to scope out what’s available. There’s beach showers in season and there’s some nice bogs by the market place in Hossegor and those pay jobs are always a last resort. If you open and close the door and stay in for the wash cycle you can have a dump and a hose down for the same price. One modern essential for feral trips is the ‘wipe’. Yes. Those things chicks use. Baby wipes are a great way to stay relatively clean without showering and if you’re in the sea ever day how crusty can you get?
This is why you’re here right? Hossegor is just the focal point. The surf tends to be busy so do some exploring. Check out north and south at low, mid and high tide. Knowing what banks are on is the key to maximising your surf time in Hoss. There can be magical banks south of Capbreton and north of Seignosse. If you can borrow some binos from the rents for the trip do.
As anywhere respect the locals, don’t hog waves and stick to the rules of the road. It’s not like Britain where people will give you stinkeye at worst. French, and often Basque types, are more passionate than us Brits and are far quicker to speak with their fists if you cock up their surf. Bring a spare sled as snappage can happen. Wetty wise a 3mm is handy for dawnies boardies and a maybe a neoprene vest is fine for the rest of the day (assuming the weather sorts its life out).
So there you go. How to go feral in France. If you are really good you can do a month for a few hundred quid and get a zillion surfs under your belt in one of the best places in the world for waves. Too easy.