Morocco and I didn’t get off to the best start. It was a uni surf trip and to keep costs down we flew about 6am on New Years Day, which meant not going to sleep and heading to the airport straight from a New Years Party.
We landed in Agadir airport and were in the biggest queue for passport control. It was hot, I was tired, I was sobering up and all of a sudden I wasn’t feeling well. Think of the WORST CASE SCENARIO for arriving in a new country, I won’t go in to too much detail but it involved not being able to find a bathroom, a plant pot in the middle of the queue, and a lot of Jager resurfacing. Not a great start.
We stayed in the most incredible resort, on the South Coast of Morocco, Hash Point Surf Camp in Taghazout. We had the best week, surfing every day, eating far too much bread and butter before every meal, sitting up all night drinking beers and hanging out. At the end of the trip we all went home with our matching Moroc’n’roll hoodies and wishing we could stay for longer.