Day 6

Steve woke up to a hangover that he couldn't explain and it was only when Mark reminded him that he'd drunk beer, wine, mojitos and rum that he found it was justified. Mark and Steve went to Tims room to get him only to find it a health hazard to enter, and we feared for the maid unless she has a hazmat suit.
We had prepaid for breakfast in the hotel between us this was 27 euros, imagine what sort of awesome food we were expecting for that! So we were a little disappointed when we got half a baguette and two croissants between 3 of us and a thimble of oj each. You don't even get a plate.
Now that we were full we had a good walk around town including going out to see a lighthouse and finding a pub that also sells knives.
The Roxy women's world surfing championships were on, but our timing wasn't so world class as they were just packing up as we arrived.
We set about looking for lunch and Tim has now reviewed all 189 restaurants in Biarritz. We settled for a nice beach bar and grabbed some burgers. We didn't leave a tip and this came back to bite us later as Tim had left his hoodie there which the staff later denied.
On the night we went back to the bar that serves out of the front windows and got talking to the Biarritz rugby team (past and present). The one guy looked like Del Bosque of international football fame. Whilst talking to him we found some money on the floor so we brought some drinks for everyone including ourselves of course. One of the rugby players shook our hands and mostly crushed them in the process, we found out that his name was 'so so' but we thought it best not to tell him that this translated to 'a bit shit'.
Steak and ribs for tea before a subdued night out which included watching the sunset from the top of the Radisson and then we navigated home using Mark's glowing red neck.