UNDER THE STARS
Up above on the top terrace of Lawamas, the star-filled sky was crystal clear as I headed up to my room and, with the wind still howling, I wish I’d packed a few warmer clothes. The next morning I was woken by the loudspeaker of the local Muezzin calling everyone to the Mosque for morning prayers. Outside the wind was fresh and offshore, holding up the surf – but, surprisingly, it had dropped from the previous day despite a call for four metres at 16 seconds. The drop in swell was definitely not what we were expecting as Boujmaa had a particular wave in his sights and suddenly the plan had fallen out of the window. Feeling kind of frustrated, we spent half the day driving down the coast looking for a spot to sail until by mid-afternoon we heard the call that the swell had suddenly gone off the scale and we could be back in business.
