Taghazout sits along the Moroccan coast, not far from Agadir. Its known for its good surf, which is honestly about the only thing you'd go for, as the village itself is pretty scraggy. We did have a lovely flat looking over the sea, but the view was spoilt from time to time by the smell of drains from the local sewage works (i.e. a muddy river next door). It was also pretty hard to have food outside without eating a fly sandwich. We did manage to have a great tagine one night in a local restaurant and sneak in some wine, which we kept under the table so not to offend the locals.
The nearest ATM was a 6km walk away, which caught us out on day one, as you had to pay for everything in cash, including the flat. So, we managed to find a very cheerful taxi driver to ferry us all around (seven of us in an old Merc), who loved singing Phil Colliins and The Eagles as much as we did. He was even happy to strap three surf boards to his roof with an old luggage belt and clatter down dusty roads to the beaches.
All in all, the guys were happy with the surf, but I probably wouldn't go back again unless I wanted another ceaser salad dressed with last night's cold chips. Next stop France - to sort our lives out!
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