XXL
Big Wednesday was certainly big. With competition called off only a few pro men dared to venture out. Moulay was a boiling mess, closing out mostly, with luck playing a major part in making it out. Local ripper Soufian had a couple of beauties with one turn then kicking out before it detonated on the reef. By midday with pushing tide I was seeing waves on par with the storm chase. Outer bombies breaking to the horizon. It was at this peak that Boujmaa rigged and headed out. The cliff was crowded with onlookers trying to spot the tiny orange sail branded with the Moroccan flag. He was a spec of colour amidst a sea of whitewater. Boujmaa flew off the oncoming double mast peaks clearing the horizon with massive airtime. Somehow he picked off peeling sets and laid down his rail, smacking a huge aerial and landing in the pit then kicking out to sneak through the mess of stormy waves. He continued to find rideable waves ripping them up until he came back to the beach to the cheer of onlookers.
“ Moulay certainly delivers.”