This morning, the hotel in Tafroute with its mountain view looks gorgeous. But we are coast bound. To Taghazout, the Moroccan surf capital.
Ali swoops by at 9:00 to collect us, dressed for the coast sporting a California T shirt. He has ditched the desert attire.
First, Ali says, we will go see the painted stones. I’m thinking petroglyphs.
Nope, not ancient cave writings or petroglyphs or even a Cristo-like installation art piece. No. Some Belgian artist decided to stop his RV in this off road spot and paint the rocks blue, yellow and red.
The rest of the drive is mountains to desert to ocean.
We stop outside of Agidir for a panoramic view.
Then on to Taghazout where Ali escorts us to the Munga Guest House. He gets the day off tomorrow. We are on our own. We are on the third floor in a “suite” featuring a boat bed, several nooks, a sitting area, a bathroom, and best of all…a balcony with a view. Maybe some better pics tomorrow.
We take a walk on the beach. I go barefoot in the water. Grubb isn’t ready to take his shoes off.
Tonight we have a reservation for dinner at an Italian restaurant. A little break from Moroccan fare. We are on the coast so fish will be on the menu.
Tomorrow we will see if we can’t find some surfers to watch.