GET OUTTA HERE: MOROCCO
DESERT RIGHTS AND ARABIAN NIGHTS.
Morocco has been luring travellers in droves since it became the end terminus of the southbound hippy trail in the 60s. The colourful cities of Casablanca, Tangier and Marrakesh with their bustling medinas, exotic souks and cheap hash proved an irresistible magnet for the counterculture tribe. Intrepid surfers stocked up and ventured further south, eventually finding a series of long, reeling right points on the edge of the desert near Agadir. Here world-class leg burners like Anchor Point quickly became popular then world famous. This northern wedge of Africa, though dry and arid, has been an idyllic winter escape for European surfers ever since. The weather is warm, the swell consistent, the offshores reliable and the living cheap.
For Australians the road to Morocco often begins in the least exotic country on earth, England. Specifically, it starts in Market Street Islington, where an unofficial pop up stall for travelling vans has been happening since the Beatles had bobs. Here you’ll find wheels that also function as a bed, a kitchen and a suitcase. Clapped out Kombis. Decked out transit vans. Stately motorhomes. Shiny transporters. Some will get you to Africa and back in comfort and style. Most won’t. But all are scented with the pheromones of escape and pursuit. Drive a surfboard-laden van onto the Dover ferry with three months up your sleeve and Africa in your high beams and you will know anticipation.
Morocco is so often an addition to the classic European surf tour it’s easy to think of it as just another border crossing. It ain’t. Alight from a Tangier terminal and it will be immediately obvious you’ve swapped continents. Culturally, you could be on
A HOLLOW DESERT DELIGHT IN THE LAND OF THE RIGHT HAND POINT.