Thursday, 19 March 2009

Tagazout, Morocco

OK one more trip to Morocco before British summer and then only trips to the UK beaches for a while...probably.

I booked this ages ago before Costa Rica and have no holdays left till July. Tagazout on the surface is the same as it ever was although the signs indicate that as an area its evolving, The village seems busier, theres new building im sure in town and up the road. Surf maroc seem to have really grown since this time last year...The expansion since this time last year is pretty huge.

Its been pretty good slightly overcast on the first couple of days, but hot. Waves have been pretty weak until this(wednesday) morning. Surfed small choppy Crocos and overly windy Tamri, went back to Tamri today and it was sheltered from the wind whereas Tagazout wasnt. The wind was very still in the morning and the waves were pretty hollow.







After a couple of beatings whilst i figured out the takeoffs it got pretty damn good. The rides wernt long but they walled up in cool shapes.

The wipeouts werent too bad apart from when the zip on my borrowed wetsuit opened on me. Strangely refreshing feeling but you cant surf like that for very long, or survive.

Finally got what I was looking for, and even though I didnt make it out the otherside getting totally covered over is a damn good feeling. When I didnt make it out, probably in part because I was a little stunned by the event, my board got sucked from under me and I went through spin cycle; but not before a rail smashed me on the nose. It felt like a crunch so I feared the worse, but turns out it was fine, just really bruised. Was worth it anyday. still hurts 5 days later too.


Took me a few days to get my head together, these days im a bit fussier about waves, especially when Im still reeling from a lack of sleep. So it was only as the week went on that I started feeling like putting in some decent hours in the water.

Was so stoked to head back to Immesouane...on Saturday I think. Absoloutely beautiful place which i love and really feel priviledged to surf. Shame it smells of poo, fish guts and the streets are literally covered in fishscale lol. Its not that bad really but I did experience these things. Small price if you ask me. The wave wasnt like last year, different angle and not that deep but still plenty of bicep burn going on here. Killed me in the morning but we stayed all day and I went back for some more in the afternoon. Got a couple of bombs out the back with Lucia and Greg. Everyone else seemed to get stuck inside. First off paddled in from the point itself, bit sketchy got my least trapped in the giant concrete objects there. Then there was the long walks back round the rocks. so nasty. The water however was crystal clear.




What else. Had a wicked last day on Sunday and a bit of an indifferent one on Friday at Tamri too. Friday was Labanne? I think. South of Tamraght. Pretty much surfed all day. Searching for some long right in the shadows of a royal palce guarded buy dudes with machine guns. Got a couple of nice ones but mainly ended up jumping over closeouts.

Out of the water the crowd was as great as ever, probably a fair bit boozier than the other trips and less smokey. But very social. There was a ridiculous ping pong tourney...fancy dress was optional, played with Martin and failed pretty miserably in the first round. But was hilarious to try and play with an approximate turban on my head. There was the obligatory guitar playing and singalongs, even impromtu karaoke courtesy of barney who managed to find a microphone in one of the minibuses. which was hilarity but extremely painful.

We went out in Agadir one night, Moroccan italian restaurant followed by an English pub. Which was abit like a theme pub in dineyland or alton towers. Saw Hugo, who now worked in another villa in Tamraght. Skipped the clubbing, was too tired and I hate dancing to techno...Sounds like they had a time though. Finally found a cab with Jess, Julie and Martin. I nearly lost a leg when some aggro youth slammed my door, hard... but he missed and his little chorts efforts to bug us failed. i think Jess even slapped one of the youths.

Oh and the week ended with an epic evening of sock wrestling. Seriously funny. One on one battle involving removing the other persons sock. thats it no punching etc. Fucking exhausting. But all eneded well with a 6 girl royal rumble. in a word brilliant. Oh and I have it all in glorious High definition technicolor.


Thanks to Dale Adams for the awesome pics too.

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