I came to Taghazout on 19.11.2016. Morocco is very different from what I have experienced so far. I came here because my friends were about to surf here for a while and I was thinking that it is better for me to stay here than to stay in Czech Republic where winter was coming.
First thing that was different here was a lot of people trying to make business of you. Europe is rich in their eyes. If you are white, you must be rich and they will try to use that opportunity. If you are from Europe, than you have 8 Euro minimum in their eyes. They don’t know much about Czech Republic, Poland, Ukraine and many countries with much lower income. There are many different areas in Morocco. Somewhere there are more Arabic people and somewhere more Berber people. I have been told, that they fight each other, but I haven’t noticed anything. I came to Agadir and continued with my wolf-pack to surfers village called Taghazout. In here it is very different from other villages – tourism brings money here and business evolves.
While riding a bus from Agadir to Taghazout, I noticed incredible amount of resorts and bungalows being built here. Seem like these building sites belongs to western people. I have been told that Taghazout changed rapidly in few years. Infrastructure arose, business spreaded and prices arose. The way houses are built is still a little bit funny for someone from Europe. It is not designed in top-down nature, it is more evolving from the bottom. Houses stick to each other and if you want more space, you can simply make a hole onto your current roof, use your neighbors wall and make another floor.
I stayed in hostel called Hostel Central. It was for 8 Euros per day and the atmosphere in there was very nice. I paid for a bed, but I was sleeping on a terrace most of the times and blanked was enough to sleep quite comfortably during the night. I love those places where different people meet and live with each other. Lots of inpiration, new connections, language training possibilities and lots of fun. I haven’t come to Morocco for a vacation though. I was writing my masters thesis for the whole time. Sometimes it was quite difficult with people surfing on a beach and the need to produce some results every day. I wasn’t able to write all day. Most of the days I was waking up when I’ve heard prayers from local mosque, then I made some tea, went to buy something for breakfast, chilling for a little while and I usually started writing after noon. In the beginning I was scared about not being able to finish this thesis, so I was pushing myself, but later I found balance between writing and surfing/chatting/exploring.
It was the first time I was surfing. The moment I was able to stand on the surfboard was like a miracle. I felt like flying. The second time I was surfing, waves were too strong and the ocean was dragging me down and it was a lot of struggle. Next time I will enjoy surfing much more.
I love food in Morocco. It is delicious, fresh and cheap. I ate a lot of pancakes, scrambled eggs, olives, vegetables, fruits and from time to time I went for a tajine. Fish tajine was one of the best foods I’ve ever had. Fish tasted very different from fish in Czech Republic. In the end of my stay in Morocco I had 120 of pages written and I was nearly ready for sending my thesis to printer. For a tajine, you will pay from 20-50 Dirham and you can choose from vegetable, chicken, squid or fish variants.
There were many street dogs and cats. I remember myself lying on a beach and there was this beautiful street dog. Not big and not small. All of the dogs in the village looked very similar, this one was the most beautiful one I have seen. She came closer to me and I started hladit her. She was lying next to me and then some local people were approaching. When she noticed them she started barking wery aggresively at them. It was a small boy and his younger sister. The boy grabbed a wooden stick from the groud and took his sister on his back. When they passed, the dog was calm again. This happened three more times. Everytime with local people. There are probably not so good relationships between them. Cats were walking inside restaurants and they were begging for food. One of the cats was periodically coming into our hostel. She was shy in the beginning, but later she was like we knew each other ever since.
Because of my thesis I mostly stayed on one place, but once we had to go to Agadir to get some money from ATM. Me and my friend Víťa went to local market. Everything you are looking for, you can find there and if they don’t have, they can find it for you. Taxi drivers are using old reliable Mercedes which will ride for eternity. When I was leaving Morocco, I went to Agadir and took a Mercedes taxi to airport (buses to airport were too complicated). Roads are filled with motorbikes, taxis, cars, trucks, old ladies driving their disability chairs, horses, donkeys, … There are not so many rules. I have seen people riding without lights, white line doesn’t mean much, drivers communicate by honking on each other. I thought we are going to crash twice, but it ended up well.
I loved Morocco. Next time, I will bring my motorbike and I will explore much more of it.