Wetsuit…

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“ If at some point we all succumb
For goodness sake, let us be young
‘Cause time gets harder to outrun
And I’m nobody, I’m not done…”

So, we have arrived at Taghazout, a small Berber fishing village on the Atlantic coast about an hour north of Agadir and nestled in the foothills of the High Atlas mountains directly behind us.

Behind the penthouse door we found a wonderfully equipped and spacious ‘Surf Berber’ apartment that had everything we needed for the week and overlooked  the beautiful Taghazout bay….and the surf was looking good! 


From the balcony we can sit and watch the enticing sets rolling in.

Whoever said surfin’ was difficult just hasn’t tried hard enough…all you need is to be flexible and supple with a good balance, paddle-speed, technique, posture and the perfect wave and anyone can do it…

That said, it took a good hour to slip gracefully into the neoprene snake-skin before we eventually managed to get the zipper to the position where the breathing became an issue and then, restricted by loss of blood supply to the limbs we were instructed to choose our ride…
We both opted for the ‘triple XXXL Waverider’ in matching green and about 20 foot in length. As instructed, we lashed them to our ankles for safe keeping before heading up the street in the style of ‘Max Wall’ to find  the perfect wave on the iconic surfers paradise named ‘Panorama Beach’.
Luckily, we were the first ones there and we set about mastering the art of wading into the oncoming waves with a fervent anticipation of some Hawaii Five-O action, Honolulu style circa. 1972.
As the first wave hit us, I looked over with a wry smile but there was no one there? I looked  behind in time to see an ankle with a leash attached sticking out of the surf and a 20 foot, green board rising vertically about another 10 foot above the water…Hmmm…not good I thought!
We don’t need to go into too many more details but safe to say, within the hour, we had returned the faulty equipment and had washed a couple of kilos of sand out of all the nooks and crannies and we were sat comfortably back on our balcony watching the ‘dudes’ at a safe distance.


Not sure how ‘Panorama’ beach got its name but over the years, I have watched some dreadfully terrible and unpleasant scenes on this BBC investigative documentary series that reveal the truth about the stories that matter…
Just let’s enjoy this great song by ‘The Vaccines’ and move on shall we?

“Put a wetsuit on, come on, come onGrow your hair out long, come on, come on

Put a T-shirt on, do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong…”

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