Back then this area was raw and authentic, untouched by commercial development. This was before the golfing community had even heard of this corner of Africa’s Atlantic outpost. This was the surfing worlds’ closely guarded secret.
Before flying out we jokingly mentioned on e-mail that our instructor should bring croissants for her valuable clients. To our amazement she has, and our fears of her being “too cool” for us newbie-surfers quickly disappear. This should be a fun day, for all of us.
We pile in the Jeep and head for Panorama Café to fuel our days upcoming efforts with a local Moroccan coffee or three. The name of this establishment doesn’t disappoint. We sit on its terrace overlooking the wide open expanse of Plage Taghazout, just north of the popular resort town of Agadir. This is a wild and untouched place, reminiscent of the open beaches of Fuerteventura out to sea somewhere south west of us at this very moment, but without the crowds.