Ever wondered what a week at a surf camp in Morocco really looks like? Sure, you’ve probably seen the dreamy reels on Instagram and TikTok: golden sunsets, smiling surfers, and picture-perfect waves. But what’s the experience truly like beyond the filters?
We’re incredibly lucky that one of our recent guests (who also happens to be a talented copywriter) agreed to share their honest impressions of their stay at Let Us Surf. They preferred to remain anonymous, so we’ll simply call them “Jamie.” From the initial research and booking process to the final sunset session, Jamie kept a diary of their time with us.
Let’s dive in and see what their week in Morocco was really like.
Day 0: Booking a Surf Camp in Morocco
To be honest, I have to admit, the idea to go surfing in Morocco came to me after hours of doomscrolling on Instagram. One of my “Instagram” friends had recently been at Let Us Surf, and I saw her stories, which sparked my interest. First, I started my own research about surfing in Morocco, and Instagram is full of influencers posting their best lives sipping matcha lattes and filming the sunsets. While it looked cute, I wondered how much of that is actually accurate. Then I checked out the account of Let Us Surf, it wasn’t one of those typical bougie influencer Instagram pages, but I could tell it was made with love. After exchanging a quick messages with them, I decided to make a reservation and booked my Ryanair flight to Agadir.
Day 1: Arriving at Agadir airport and Let Us Surf
I was super lucky with the trip and arrived without any delays. However, I was in line at the passport control at the Agadir airport for a while (longer than I expected). But since I didn’t check any luggage, that was all I needed to wait for. I was feeling a bit nervous, since it was my first time traveling to Morocco, plus I was traveling solo.
I followed the signs towards the exit and found the nicest taxi driver Ahmed waiting for me. I recognized him, because he had a “Let Us Surf” sign. His warm welcome and friendly demeanor made me feel welcome and safe instantly. After a 45-minute drive to the cute village of Tamraght I was already in love with the place. I arrived around 6pm and after Ahmed dropped me off at the door, a young guy with zinc on his face and curly blond hair showed me the house and my room. That was Simo, my surf instructor for the week. He told me dinner was at 8.30pm, so I had some time to go for a walk around town.
While the village is small, I got lost of course haha But I found my way back in time for dinner, where I met the rest of the group and also the owner Mounir and his girlfriend Julia. Besides me, there were 3 other guests and I do have to admit, at first I was a bit disappointed that we were not going to have a bigger group. During my research on Instagram, I always saw that the surf camps usually had groups of around 20 people. However, after a few days, I was glad that we were not too many. Because this way, I did not only get to know the locals like Simo, Mounir and Julia better, I also felt more comfortable with our little tight-knit group for the week. Plus, I got more attention in the water, but more about that later – time for bed!
Day 2: First day of surfing
I woke up early to the sounds of the neighboring peacocks and roosters. Breakfast was at 9.30 am, a bit later than I usually eat, however after Day 3 and 4 I was glad I didn’t have to wake up earlier (surfing really takes it out of you). After loading up on crêpes, msemen (Moroccan pancakes) and some omelette, we had around 20 minutes to get ready for the beach. I took my beach towel, sunscreen, my bathing suit and a book I found in the surf camp (they have some books available which you can read during your stay). Around 10.30/11 am we arrived at the beach, after checking a few spots. Today Simo chose “Devil’s rock” for us. Surfing in the white water was so much fun and I even caught my very first wave (and got cheered on for it!). Simo was patient and gave great feedback, and it felt like the right balance of being guided but also having space to learn at my own pace.
After the morning session, we had lunch right on the beach and there were puppies playing nearby, which made the whole thing even more magical. In the afternoon, Simo gave us the option to keep surfing with or without him (I was told this will be the option every day!). Some of us chose to paddle out again just for fun, cheering each other on. And me personally, I really liked how we got time to practice again on our own in the afternoon at a spot we already knew.
We returned to the surf camp around 4 or 5 pm, sandy and happy. I decided to take a little solo walk and grab a coffee nearby. It felt nice to have some alone time to reflect. Dinner that night was the most amazing chicken tajine I’ve ever had (thank you, Mounir’s mom!). We finished the evening with card games, someone taught us a ridiculous one called “Dirty Pig” and I went to bed tired and smiling.
Day 3: Small Green Waves and Rooftop Conversations
Woke up feeling sore (hello, muscles I forgot I had) but super excited. The schedule was similar: breakfast, wetsuits, boards on top of the car, off to check the surf. Today I managed to catch some small green waves, and honestly, it felt like flying.
Lunch again on the beach, followed by an easygoing afternoon session. By now, I was getting into the rhythm of surf-eat-nap-repeat.
A new couple had arrived that afternoon and they blended into the group really quickly. They were super friendly and shared our same laid-back vibe. It was nice to have some new energy around, and we all clicked almost instantly. After dinner, a few people had picked up beers from Agadir (you can’t really find them in the village), and we ended up hanging out on the rooftop. I had the loveliest chat with Mounir and Julia. They’re such a warm couple and shared their story, plans for the surf camp, and what life is like balancing cultures and building a dream together. I went to sleep grateful.
Day 4: Crocro Beach and Exploring Taghazout
Today we went to a different surf spot called “Crocro.” All the beaches are just a 5–10 minute drive from the house, but each one has its own vibe. I was feeling pretty wiped out from all the surfing, so after the lesson, I skipped the second session and just napped on the beach. Bliss. Since it was Saturday, dinner wasn’t included. And to be honest, this is something I loved, because it gave us a chance to explore nearby Taghazout. The group headed out together for dinner (Simo gave us some great recommendations). We came back early though because the following morning, we were going to chase the sunrise.
Day 5: Sunrise Surf and Slow Day
At 7 am, the whole house was slowly waking up. Julia made coffee, and Mounir’s mom had prepped a few quick snacks. Normally breakfast is after surfing, but someone in the group said they can’t surf on an empty stomach (and honestly, same hehe) .
We surfed as the sun rose over the ocean, which was truly an unforgettable moment. There was barely anyone else out, and the light made everything feel extra magical. We got back around 11 for a delicious “brunch” and the rest of the day was super mellow. Sandwiches were left out so we could grab them whenever, and a few of us walked back to the beach to watch the sunset and eat together.
Dinner that night felt a bit nostalgic since we were aware that for most of us tomorrow would be our last full day.
Day 6: One Last Perfect Wave
It’s always bittersweet when something this good is ending. Today was the last surf day, and I could really feel how far I’d come. I paddled with more confidence, caught a few longer rides, and shared more laughs with the group in the water.
We kept lunch short so we could surf more in the afternoon. Even Mounir and Julia joined us in the water, and it felt like a little party. I caught a final, picture-perfect wave right before we called it a day.
That evening, we shared sunset beers on the rooftop, soaking it all in one last time. After dinner, we played cards again, a few of us exchanged numbers and Instagrams, and we promised to send surf pics once we’re home.
Day 7: Time to Say Goodbye
My last breakfast at the camp, and Ahmed was there on time to take me to the airport. Everything felt familiar now, like I was leaving a second home.
I couldn’t believe how quickly the week had gone by. I came to Morocco nervous, not sure what to expect. But I left with new friends, a deep love for surfing, and already dreaming of coming back. Let Us Surf didn’t just give me waves: it gave me stories, connection, and confidence (and I’m not exaggerating).
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