Inch-hala;

The next three days were spent, lazing, eating, playing cars, drinking, tanning and jumping off the rocks in front of the house whenever we wanted a quick surf at Hash Point.

The chilled out surf town of Taghazout was an amzing place where we met ravelling surfers from Germany, Austria, South Africa, America, Australia, New Zealand, Morocco, England, Spain and even Sweden.

The Sunset's from our balcony rivalled those at home, and the black shadows of the palm trees at Anchor Point made them just that little bit better.

Last night the 5 of us went our seperate wayswith the Americans heading back to Paris and Catherine and I getting a lift down to Agadir with a Californian guy Cliff; named 'Californiacation' by the local kids. We all exchanged emails and phone numbers and vowed to meet for a reunion in Australia in 5 years time. Our awesome little crew was just one example of the amawing people you meet when your travelling. (The pic was taken by Catherine)

Anyway for the past 4 hours I have been sitting in a cafe at a bus station in Imezgane just south of Agadir; waiting for my 4 oclock bus to Sidi Ifni; where hopefully the surf will be bigger. As the local surfers say if there asked about the possibility of a bigger swell tommorow;
Incha-Hala; God Willing.

Garrett in Sidi Ifni; Morocco.