The Beyond Surf Movie Travel Journal
Day 34 / Taghazout, Morocco
Morocco is surprisingly big. After a nine-hour drive we are getting closer to the ocean. After spending a couple of enlightening, exhausting and fascinating days in the Sahara Desert with the Nomads we are on the search for waves and surf-themed stories once again.
Crossing the Atlas Mountains a second time, we leave Zagora behind us. We cruise through valleys and follow small rivers until we finally reach our seaside destination: Taghazout. It’s North Africa’s undisputed epicentre of surfing and we’re stoked to be here. Thousands of surf-hungry Europeans flood the little village each winter, us included.
I can still vividly remember reading about Taghazout in one of my old Stormrider Guides. It was described as a quiet, small and charming fishing village–a perfect winter destination for surfers. No crowds. That romantic memory fades away like raindrops when we hit the coast in Agadir.
It’s a stormy day. A heavy downpour turns streets into rivers. The rainy day blues dances into our minds as we enter Taghazout. Even though it’s not yet high season, the calm little fishing village is not a calm little fishing village anymore. It is busy, packed with traveling surfers. Welcome to the present. This is a crowded, turbulent place.