PRELUDE
It’s Sunday night. I’ve just had a roast dinner at home and am nicely settled in for the evening with the family. I hear a beep indicating an incoming text on my phone but delay checking any messages for the next hour assuming it’s nothing important. The pesky beeps seem to keep on coming and I finally get up and see who has the audacity to force me off the sofa. The phone reveals a string of messages from Boujmaa Guilloul, calling for a solid swell about to hit Morocco and checking if I was available to be there by Tuesday at the latest? To add to the temptation, Boujmaa informs me ex World Champion Kauli Seadi is in town. Something tells me I just have to go. Normally I hesitate in these situations, but for once I’m drawn in by this rare opportunity and within the hour I have a flight booked to Marrakesh for an 07.20 departure the following morning.
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