The alarm rang loud the next morning and although the sun wasn’t yet up at 5.30, Alexis swallowed a quick coffee before rushing off on foot to the same spot as the previous day to catch the tide and to avoid the strong winds forecast to blow in later. Although the sets are far apart, the swell has clearly increased and there are four to six foot bombs exploding regularly over the reef. The Breton boy is straight into full-on action, exploring the spot’s full potential. The imposing walls of water are his playground and holding a relatively high line to keep his speed up he’s able to ride a few tubes on the hollower sections. Danny and a bodyboarding friend, Jericho, are soon out there with him, full of joy to share the spot and its excellent waves with their new French friend.
After three hours of serious surfing, the change of tide signals an end to the morning’s action and we decide to go and eat in the village. The sea front looks beautiful as we walk down the beach, passing groups of sealions lying on benches under the shade of trees and slowly crossing the café terraces. They remind me of the stray dogs you see everywhere in Morocco and seem just as relaxed as the dogs are in human company, totally integrated into local life. Unforgettable, and one of the more powerful images of the whole trip.