Taghazout, Morocco

Well, i’ve just arrived back in the UK after a blissful 10 days surfing the Moroccan coast line with my boyfriend Ryan and 4 of our lovely friends. It’s an amazing place, and i’ll definitely try to head back there next year.

It was fairly testing at times though, for a few different reasons. For a start BMI lost my suitcase, luckily the two girls with me were able to lend me clothes for the whole time. Upon landing at Heathrow, i got an email saying my suitcase was at Agadir airport. Fantastic. The police are friendly, but pull you over and charge you for anything they possibly can; they have a questionable sewage system and it was quite hard to see how they treated their livestock. Cultural differences i guess.

Anyway, our apartment was incredible and we surfed every day, often having entire beaches to ourselves during the week. We visited Paradise Valley- amongst the hills about 20km outside Taghazout- these fresh water pools appear amongst the banana trees. We discovered it’s a rather popular tourist spot.

We also spent a hilarious night in Marrakech with some friends who happened to be there to celebrate a birthday. They had booked a beautiful riad right in the center of the chaotic streets. They’d booked a belly dancer (yes, i did give it a go) and a traditional moroccan folk band- of which, the ‘front man’ kept revealing a telephone from underneath his berkha for everyone to talk/ sing into. I can’t explain why this happened, but at the time it seemed less odd and more like the best fun ever. Vodka was to blame i think.



I’m only briefly back to reality though. For Ryan’s birthday next week i am taking him away to a surprise location for 3 days, will be sure to write a new blog once it has been revealed!