After two days spent traversing through the Sahara desert and Atlas Mountain boy was I glad to smell the salty sea breeze. We arrived into the small fishing village of Taghazout late at night and after checking into our villa at Surf Maroc we plonked on our beds and fell into a deep sleep. The Taghazout region is notorious for endless 6 foot walls and some of the best rights in the world but it also actually offers a variety of different surf conditions to suit every single wave rider with exposed and sheltered point breaks, reefs and sandy bottom beach breaks.
Surf Maroc was a great place to not only rest our heads, but to meet other like-minded travellers who all wanted to get some world class waves in the mighty Atlantic ocean, do some yoga and have a cultural experience like no other. Due to there being 33km of coastline we opted for the surf guiding experience where the locals drive you to the spots that will be working on that particular day. The first few days we had some fun waves 30 minutes North at a spot called Tamri, which is an ultra-consistent beach break and a go to when Taghazout is on the smaller side as well as Crocs which is another beachie with various lefts and rights along a half-mile stretch south of Taghazout.
Renting a car and driving the coast is another great way to explore, so on one particularly flat day we rented some wheels and set off for the day, lunch packed in the back. We were told the police are pretty corrupt and pull you over and fine you for no reason, but decided to risk it anyway, such rebels I know. We drove North and decided to check out a well-known spot called Boilers where we stumbled across a pink wall – it was too cute to not take photos of. After a suspicious looking guy creeped us out, we took off and ended up renting a jet-ski for pittance and having a blat around the flat bay. As we ventured further South we came across a random family selling popcorn from a tiny cart on the side of the road and it was so cheap we emptied our pockets and left with a back seat full of treats and a smiling family waving us goodbye.
Each evening we all met in the lounge area at the Surf Maroc Villa for pre-dinner nibbles, drinks and to swap surf stories from the day. You can choose to dine with everyone, take a stroll through the sandy streets of the village and pick up some local cuisine, or hang next door at the Café Mouja and watch the lines roll through Anchor Point. There are often themed nights, quiz nights (of which our team won) and bonfire parties where alcohol is more expensive than a 3 course meal and the party goers single and ready to mingle. The next morning we woke to a firing Anchor Point; a long peeling right hander with pitchy take-offs, walling sections and inside drainers – definitely not for the faint hearted. Due to me not being skilled enough for that type of surf, I chose to perch on the rocks and take photos of the swell that arrived on our very last day.
All in all we had a wonderful experience in Morocco; from living like Queens in the Four Seasons in Marrakesh, glamping in the Sahara, staying in a beautiful guest house in the Atlas Mountains, surfing and staying at Surf Maroc and spending our last few nights in a traditional riad in Essaouira. It was with a heavy heart we said Au Revoir to Morocco. A country that sparked all sorts of surprises and stole my soul in an endless love affair of authentic rugs and mint tea, kind and friendly people, endless palm trees and desert dunes and a diverse, rich culture like none I had ever experienced before.