Madness in Morocco Part 1: Intimidation, Mint Tea, and Hammams

I first entered Morocco as an escape from my expiring Schengen zone visa (basically the European Union), but soon decided to stay for 6 months to teach surfing just outside the city of Agadir, in a small fishing turned surfing village named Taghazout, in Morocco’s South. The place was just too good, too crazy for an “escape”. Home to the Western Sahara desert, Atlas Mountains, delicious spice infused meals, world class surf breaks, various deadly animals and amazing people, I got more than I bargained for when I set foot in this North African country.