Sidi Kaoki
The surf was immensely strong. The beach was vast. The waves rolling into Africa breaking over the sand.
You had to tread out even in less than knee deep water to get out to the waves. It was like a wall of water only about 2 feet high, but with tons of force. Once you got out into the surf, it was a battle getting out to where the waves were breaking. Duck under one wave and try with all your might to paddle with your arms out to catch the next wave before it crashed again.
Massive current pulling to the left. No desire to tread further than chest height. Traveller lost of the coast of Morocco. Strike that, they wouldnt even publish it.
It was basically your dusty one horse town with vast expanses of open beach and ocean. A few small places to stay, a couple options for food. The chill set on almost immediatly. Omar hooked us up with bbq’ed fish, bread, and Moroccain salad for lunch. Usually a tomate y fromage omelette for breakfast. Water, maybe some orange juice. You lose your fat pretty quick on that. Plus the surf is a workout.
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J
October 9th, 2006 at 8:30 am
tomato and cheese omelets and surfing… outstanding.
June 30th, 2007 at 1:45 pm
Mireya
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