My second trip to Morocco was in 1998. Every day we watched a little boy trying to windsurf on a broken bodyboard with an incredible home made rig. That little guy could not swim yet, so he had to keep close to the beach. His will to learn was so strong and incredible. After two weeks of watching him I was sure that I must give him at least part of my equipment. I would have given him a complete set, but I couldn’t afford it, so I decided to give him at least my smallest brand new wave sail that I had never used, a 3.5 North.
Before I left Morocco I asked a French guy to translate for me and gave that sail to Abderazaq and his father. I had one condition, Abderazaq must start to study English, so he will be able to have a conversation with me when I returned to Moulay some day. In 1999 I came back, but I didn’t get to meet him and not even his father either. After this stay in Moulay I started to work hard on my own business and had to stop travelling and windsurfing for almost 20 years. All this time I had no information and no contact with that boy, but always I was thinking about it. It gave me a really very nice feeling. It’s nice to do something like that. I had just one doubt, whether or not that little guy was worth it.