Another journey to Morocco

This is my third and hopefully not final trip to Morocco. But it is probably the worst surfwise and the most bumpy trip I have been taken yet. Don't get me wrong, the surf itself was actually better than expected, but I had a really bad flu the week before and came into the holiday not knowing wether or not I was even able to take the flight. But I felt better and the exhausting day of arrival was done. Although I had to wait ages to get through customs and then finding my surfboard. We arrived in Immesouane late thet night and hungry, but a very patient and friendly onwer waited for us and even made us a great Tagine to start off. We started of with very touristy stuff and went to Essaouira for a day trip visiting the old city built around the harbour.

Immesouane bay has a stunningly long point break. What I didn't know was the fact that it is actually a long board wave only. Fat and mellow, easy accessable and flat water makes it perfect to SUPs, longboards and a anoying amount of beginners. Well it was obvious I wasn't really surf there anymore anyway with my less than 6 ft boards. The other side was a blessing. Another cliff and a really well working beach break with a channel to paddle out to was not in my book. Needless to say it was soul crushing forcing myself to wait the first 4 days until I was completely healthy and watching others take ride after ride back to the shore.

Finally I had enough strength to paddle out a caught a few. But it was a struggle, I fell four times because my body was only able to paddle for the ways but not to fet of my board. It's been a long time since I felt that silly, but I recovered well and a day later I gad to walk around the beach back to the channel close to the rocks four times, because the ride was so long and all the way back to the beach. Both boards came in use and I deserved a large Tagine tonight. The swell picked up so heavily that I could not surf the final day and we were off to Taghazout half way through our holidays.

Once we made it to Taghazout we didn't like the Apartment we had booked and decided to look around. But after walking through the village and did not found any sign or doorbell we stumbled into Hassan. Funny story, because Hassan helped me and my sister 12 years ago to find our booked apartment. He showed us a few ones and we finally got a really nice one overviewing the ocean and sunset. 

The surf was pretty good, but I wasn't ready for it due to my non condition a week ago. But I went as often as possible for as long as possible. But the water was freezing and apparently my wetsuit got some new holes that made me shiver after an hour or so. It is time for a new one. Other than that we just hang out in the sun and engaged in some minor boardgames so that we could relax as much as possible. 

One day we expected a 4-5 ft swell. I was surfing Killer Point basically every single day. It is the top of the coastline north of Taghazout and the feeling was like beeing in open water. You either had to paddle for 20 min or walk on low tide around the high cliff. Anyway the waves were piling up way bigger than anywhere else and I was able to catch a double to tripple overhead wave that took me back halfway to the beach. That was fun and as I was recing down the face my head was going "How big is that thing, wouldn't mind to stop sliding down and avoid getting cought inside". Well as was was back in the line-up smiling a even bigger set of now 8 waves came along. We had no more than 3 in one set so far. Everybode was out of position and we needed to paddle very hard. After I barely made it I realised that I am not ready for this without any training. If I would have cought inside I probably wouldn't  have made it. I was gasping for air already. So I waited a while and took another one in. Wow what a day.