By Jackson

The two main reasons why i have always loved surfing in Morocco is the right-hand pointbreaks and the blistering sunshine. Two things that go very well together. Very, very well

So, when a good friend of mine who runs a surf school out there ordered 4 custom boards, i said to Holly (a mermaid that i have befriended) lets deliver them ourselves and escape the winter!

So, I kitted out the new Bluff van into a camper, squeezed 10 boards inside and booked a ferry


With 3 meter waves forecasted out at sea, the captain let us know in Portsmouth that we would be in for a very rough 24 hour crossing to Santander, and he was right.

So, a bottle or two later we hit the Bay of Biscay and all hell broke loose, or so i have been told. The big waves rocked me into a deep sleep, which the same cannot be said for Holly, who was convinced we were going to die.

The next morning, we arrived in Northern Spain. It was a weekend so we couldn’t change enough money to get us anywhere near as south as we wanted to be, so we explored the local beachbreaks and scored some fun ones


Eventually, we started the two day drive down through the heart of Spain. I knew it was going to be a long way, but it was a really long way! However, the constant changing scenery and noticeable climb in temperature kept us full of excitement of what was to come


Lots of Reggae music and energy drinks later, we arrived in Tarifa, the southern tip of Spain. From where we stayed, you can see Morocco (in the background of the pic below), which when you think about it is the start of thousands and thousands of miles of Africa, and all that separates you is a short little crossing


After filling the van up with plenty of Spanish wine, we loaded us and our little moving house onto the ferry and set sail for Tangier, a town where maps and road signs mean nothing. Using a compass (which i would highly recommend if you ever go there) I navigated through the winding roads until  we eventually got onto a main road

I drove for 11 hours until we got to Essoera, getting a little hairy at points with the charging Moroccan truck drivers. But again, energy drinks and lots of music got us through

The next day, we made it to the small fishing village of Imssouane. Famous for it’s incredibly long and almost sectionless right-hand pointbreak. So, after unloading all of the boards for the surf school and indulging in a tasty tagine, we jumped straight into perfect waist high peelers to glide the “travel” off of us. Perfection



The rest is is a blissful blend of surfing, making friends, selling boards and more surfing. What life should be about. Although being a shaper, a washed up piece of foam did end up getting the Bluff treatment (all be it, from a penknife) and ended up becoming a super fun finless fish thing

(more good pics)


The long drive back to Cornwall, although a little depressing at first, ended up being just as much fun as the way down.

Travelling has always been an important part of my life. Of course, surfing goes hand in hand with travelling. But embracing other cultures and making friends with locals is way more important than just getting good waves.

We also agreed that surfing pointbreaks should be classed as a totally different sport to surfing beachbreaks. Even the onshore, mushy days are so much fun

I can’t wait until next year, hopefully