The unpredictable story of a Marocaine journey

Well, our expectations were actually not that high. Because Fuerteventura was a disaster all we needed was less or no wind and some workable surf conditions for at least a few days. Me and my sister were also looking forward to return to Morocco after just about 10 years of absence. So the idea was to not go to Agadir straight but explore some different and northern coastlines and decided to book a flight to Casablanca not only for the romantic name. It was quite a journey for me to get there, because I had to and wanted to attend my best friends wedding in Berlin the night before my flight. BUt I was very looking forward to meet the other ones for an exciting journey. 

After driving the whole night, catching trains, picking up friends and boarding flights, we arrived in Casablanca and it instantly started to rain and didn't stop for two days straight. The car we ordered had a cargo barrier and only one side door, so we needed to switch cars in pouring rain while our board bags got soaking wet on top of the car. I needed to run around in the rain for another 20 minutes until we met our host and finally got to take a hot shower and made some dinner.

I was also anxious to gt in the water but due to the rain I was hesitating. There is only one rule in a kind a underdeveloped country (although that is actually not the case with Morocco): don't go surfing when it was raining. All organic, chemical and human waste gets washed into the ocean and it kind a burns your wetsuit of your skin while paddling, not to mention your visit in a local hospital after swallowing some contaminated water. It was time to relax, play games and make a visit in Casablanca to check off the touristic parts of our bucket list. There is no real centre so we went to the huge Hassan-II-Mosque right at the Atlantic Ocean and walked around the neighbourhood for a bit.

After three surfless days we left Mohammedia early at 6 in the morning to drive past Marrakesch and straight to Agadir and finally Taghazout where Frank and I waxed our boards anxious to finally hit the water right at lunchtime. Anne, Antonio and Isabell looked out for the apartment and came back smiling after they saw the view we had from our deck. Me and Frank had some rocky start in the line-up, but it was actually my best first session of a holiday despite the fact it was really small.

Really small seemed to be the Motto of almost the whole stretch of the next 10 days. There were only two days of some overhead conditions in which I got invaded by some virus that tied me in my bed for 24 hours. I could barely move and felt so weak that I struggle to make it to the bathroom. What a pitty. I went small right after I felt better, so I hardly used my small board that took me through Costa Rica. On the final days I needed to use my sisters beginner board to actually catch some of those ankle breakers.

In between we had a really good time and went to the local market “souk” in Agadir to by some spices, dried fruits and... well souvenirs. We ate every night at the same place me and Isabell ate 10 years ago and made the most of the fact that the place will be swamped with tourists, because there are several huge resorts in the making around the small almost untouched village and this might be the last quiet year. There was also a downside of surfing the spots right infront of the village. All the sewage is going straight into the spots that you can smell it and it is impossible to not swallow any water. The result was that almost everyone struggled with a stomach flu for several days.

But we were blessed with the weather. Sunshine for 10 days straight and almost the whole day offshore and workable conditions for all beginners. It was a dream come true fro some Rookie beginners like Anne and Antonio. You could basically walk out into the line-up and catch as many waves as you arms can carry. Only one day with choppy onshore during the midday was the only downside in a beautiful holiday. Isn't that a luxury?!

The final thread was not making our flight because of a flat tire or else, so we left early in the dark to drive back 500 km to Casablanca. After the flight we could relax in a Hotel close to the Airport cause there were simply no trains going home. But that was just the beginning. The train in the morning was rescheduled to a different rail on a different level and all the people from another and cancelled train needed to squeeze into the totally overcrowded train. The end of an unorthodox and unpredictable holiday. But we still looking forward to meet up again next year.