Casablanca. Morocco Part deux.

"Surfers travel the world" now that's not really true is it, I've been to coastal Peru with a group of surfers who didn't want to go to Chan Chan, one of the world's greatest archeological sites, some 5 minutes drive down the road  because they wanted to keep their eyes on the point..... .bearing in mind we'd surfed everyday for 2 weeks and were walking like Quasimodo it seemed a little excessive.

Morocco seems to offer a bit of that mentality. Surfers go to Taghazoute or Safi, unless they are doing a van trip the length of the country, where they end up in Taghazoute and tell people about uncrowded breaks and interesting times they had "Up North", whilst somehow deciding to leave such places behind. This was how my previous experiences of Morocco have gone.

Chav was my big hope in life. He was supposed to go get a job in an international school by awesome waves and then accomodate his mates in style whilst they gorged themselves on his home breaks. He started off in Taiwan for 3 years...loser! A swell record worse than blighty and pitiful oceanic force didn't lead to many visits from waterman friends.

 Finally Chav has come good and despite his achilles heal  for being periodically unable to surf due to large amounts of fine and cheap inhalable vegitation, he has done one for the boys. He's got himself a beach pad on Jack's beach outside Casablanca. Yes the school may be as good as a jonny with two holes in it (condom for foreigners) but ....it's all good for his mates who get picked up in a well maintained 4WD and only have to put up with constant moaning for a few days at a time.

Casablanca has one hell of a mosque in it, I've forgotten its name because I went surfing instead of the mosque...but my bird loved it.

I can't make out the moroccan world, was that camel head supposed to be there? or were they trying to pass it off as something....nice....with corriander stuffed in its gob?....tasted good though. I had the fillets in a burger. The old camels taste better than they smell for sure.

If England is "a nation of shop keepers" (this view was uttered by Napolean)  then Morocco is "the land of artisans" (this view was first proposed by yours truly), The tile work, carpentry, metal work and weaving is really quite something. In fact a great trip would be a van trip from Europe and then fill up with swag on the way home.

This is  a Hamman reserved for Allah.....after having to wear a paper G string in one with Chav whilst getting lightly beaten by a clearly intimidated Arab girl, I have concluded that more Hammams should be reserved for deities.