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In Morocco, Part 3: South(Comments Off)
The swell dropped after Christmas, only to be replaced by a new pulse from a system far off in the North Atlantic. We were seated on a rug in front of Simon and Esther’s, passing a fat one around and watching our wetsuits dry in the sun, when a new truck pulled up. It was [...]
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In Morocco, Part 2: On the Point
A welter of trails ran through the thorny scrub that covered the dunes. Partway along the path, I found a camel barring my way. The beast was enormous, perhaps two meters high at the shoulder, and it showed no inclination to move. “Hey,” I yelled, throwing my arms up to shoo it away. “Hey, dicknose!” [...]
In Morocco, Part One: The Road to the Coast
It started as a tingling behind the ears and along the forearms. The floor seemed to buckle and drop away beneath my feet. I put my glass of tea down and looked at my host. Ahmed was talking about the day he got married. “My wedding day,” he said, pressing a fat finger to a [...]
CitySurfer's Journal: 2000
January 2000 Happy New year, Thanks for the note. I’m still in Morocco surfing. Will stay here another two weeks then get out of the country, sell the van and fly to india. Trouble is, it would be easy to stay here all winter. New Years in Maroc was cool — just a few dozen [...]