I went there for the end of 2008, in a pre unemployment and well accompanied by three friends with whom I share my profession, a blog - but not this http://vagueares.blogspot.com/ since all work and hardly seemed to are contributing to the blogdodesempregado ... nor do I follow those unhappy! - And those friendships built online and no need to be encouraged ... when we speak it always seems that yesterday was the last time when in reality, it takes several months without being contacted ... vicissitudes of modern life that we have chosen to adopt.
And the call came so ...
- 'Look there Rudas, we go to Morocco by car for a short surfcamp porreirinho ... go? "
- 'So dude was ... how many? "
- 'The three vagueares ...'
- 'Count me in! "
And we went there to make us ever since - literally and in context of the blogosphere ... - Four ...
For years had heard of the great rights that break in pointbreaks perfect ... but I confess having some repudiation of everything that is happening south of Gibraltar and even dare to say in more general terms, on the other side of the Mediterranean. I do not know if some sort of Islamophobia faint or deep africanofobia me sweeping the organism, but the fact is that I do not understand my lack of interest in the richest continent in the world.
I tried to dissuade them from four wheels to the equation and add a pair of wings but could not. I picked up the Pinto and the LP in London and went to Elvas where we exchanged my set up by van from Peter to follow, under heavy rain towards the ferry from Tarifa. An hour and a half after we had crossed the Straits of Gibraltar and desembarcávamos on African soil. And everything became dirty, gray and chaotic. A few kilometers later, and now we were following an azimuth via AE law south when the drought was installed and with it, brigades of traffic. An unreasonable number of them made the endless journey. One day after the match we were in the region of Agadir, specifically in Thaghazout.
The surf never got beyond the middle: too small and the waves direction of swell caused surf more if left to right. But my expectations were so low that they were easily overcome. I ended up liking the food, the beaches - where we walked away from civilization - and our hosts. Lives slowly in Morocco and I like that. We have just bound to follow the habits and rituals almost boring, but because we - along with a couple of Spaniards - the only users of surfcamp, visited and surfed what we wanted and always well advised by surfguide.
The best way out was when we headed south toward the desert. Although I feared that the driver himself if he had lost but finally, after successive rises and falls of virgin dunes, culminated in a beautiful cove with a right - of course that little ... - The potential of which left me baffled. Less than a dozen houses (?) Fishermen were local people and everything else was barren but beautiful.
Serenity and tranquility ... something that the destinies of surf trips must have regardless of geography, religion, habits or customs.
I think that would be the ones to disturb the landscape, perfectly in keeping with the old Land Rover of the 60 or 70 that we looked at askance from the top of the dune ... that race to the beach made me go back to the times when running on the beach euphoric as a child or perhaps already in pre puberty, when sea conditions did provide that something magical would happen.
The evenings of fado around the red we took - the singing and LP Pinto rings, I like to drink and Peter ... - Agree to do anything to not be surfing and late night conversations about women and their offspring, society, stories of surfing but exquisitely unvarying increased and a whole list of chronic not encountered in another context other than a Travel with Friends.
Yet applied my talents to tuga bargainer in the local market and the craft is well above - in terms of originality and quality - of naive African who do not appreciate. The hardware does not sit well with the decor of my room so that the skin and some fake watches prefizeram all of my shopping ...
Boilers, Killer Points and Mysteries among others, had no size to show their potential at which lead invariably to the beaches of appeal but no crowd. And this may be one reason that leads to choose another destination other than that given the propensity of the Berber people to violence frutuita - and there's another kind? We hear in the middle surfer increasing reports of confusion and conflict water - perhaps a vain attempt to keep the sites in figures sympathetic to the amount of surfers who visit in search of his precious legacy - and therefore, is not forthcoming a reprint of this destination on my list, and, if it happens, it will be by plane and towards a pseudo-Moroccan resort with private beach. I also want security guards in the water. And on the sand ... definitely not like Africa. It's too chaotic. Prefer Asia ... LOL
do not forget .... We Have two blogs:
pt-> http://surfcamppt.blogspot.com
eng-> http://surfcamp-en.blogspot.com
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http://www.surfcamppt.com
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