Allah was not generous with waves on our surf trip to Morocco.
Everyday we'd drive north from Taghazout to the only beach exposed enough to get swell, at the banana plantation town of Tamri.
As we sat under the cliffs locals would offer chocolate bars, surf wear and jewellery for sale.
We were befriended by a skinny dog called Lipstick. We gave him a half eaten sandwich after lunch one day.
The locals stood around and watched in disbelief.