Surf's up

We did something totally crazy; we rented a car. The rental guy couldn't speak any English, so we just signed some papers in French. Driving in Morocco reminded me every bit about India. In truth, it was much better. We could quite easily figure out roads without maps (Valli refused to use one.) and drive along the coast was fabulous. It was sunny and warm without being too hot. Soon we were stopped by a cop for speeding. As we feigned ignorance, he let us go, but only after asking me in Marriage. Thankfully he was kidding.

We reached the surfing village of Taghazout. It was very clean and not a crowded touristy beach. The waves were not too high, but it was good enough for us. We rented a jet-ski and sped through the waves. Then we started the surfing lessons. There was a language barrier, but we soon overcame it. It was magical to ride the waves (although it was a few times and we could do it only sleeping on the board). All that paddling, was quite exhausting for the arms. But on the whole, it was fabulous.

The surf instructor

Valli tried to get the horse gallopping. Notice the football in the pic.