Paradise Valley
Natural pools carved into the rock, forty minutes into the mountains. We go on Wednesdays, all together.
The destination
Between Agadir and Taghazout, a little white village above the beach: waves all year, the Atlas right behind, and still not too many people.
30.511° N · 9.678° W
Taghazout got the fame, Tamraght kept the calm. You sleep five minutes from the beach, eat where the locals eat, and the whole bay is your playground.
The spots
Eight spots, from first whitewater to long point breaks.
The village beach. Sandy bottom, long forgiving waves: this is where you learn.
Just north. A bit more power, well-defined peaks. The first real step up.
A right that peels along the rocks. Technical, rewarding.
Taghazout's beach break, right in front of the cafés. Shifting peaks you can read from the terrace.
The Taghazout legend. A right that can run 500 metres on the good days.
Named after the orcas once seen offshore. A long, fast right that holds the biggest swells.
An old shipwreck boiler marks the take-off. Short, punchy, for surfers who know what they are doing.
An hour up the coast. Morocco's longest wave. We go as a day trip.
When to come
Sunny almost all year, air between 20 and 27 degrees, water at 17 to 22. What changes is the swell.
When you are not surfing
Natural pools carved into the rock, forty minutes into the mountains. We go on Wednesdays, all together.
The red arches, the wild beach, and an old Spanish town in the middle of nowhere. A full day.
The cable car climbs above Agadir. Camels at the bottom, the whole bay lighting up at sunset.
The real one, the neighbourhood one. Black soap, rhassoul, and an hour where you think about nothing.
Getting here
Three trips, one village, and the ocean at the end of the street.