Surf Guns of Morocco: Escaping the Guns of Morocco

By The Stuman

A true story of a fatal surf trip to Mocrcoo. Bullets were hitting all around us.! Our trusty 30 year old Peugeot J9 camper van surf van, 'The Spider Pig', was our only hope of escape. . We surf with super cool locals in Spain. WE accidently crossed a river during a blackout thunderstorm from hell. Plus we meet and party with loads of cool people during our Escape back to France.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483533063

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Escaping the Guns of Morocco

There are three main stories here and of course some surf, party and travel info as well. My surf travels always include the fun party stories. That is the main reason why we travel. I've got surf at home. It's the things that happen to us while traveling in other countries that make it a surf trip to remember and to share with others.

This first story is about how I and a French surfer named 'Sideshow' Louie survived deadly bullet fire from Moroccan AK47s while surfing near the southern boarder of Morocco, then we were held at gunpoint because we were mistaken for terrorists in Spain and how we turned our surf van into a river boat during a 'black out' thunderstorm while on our way to the 'Coast of Death' to pick up a friend. What happened to us during this surf trip to Morocco was definitely not in the travel brochure they gave us at the port of entry.

My stories are copied from my hand written journals. These are my true life, surf, survival, adventure stories, and survival mostly. Surfing is the easy part, what happens to us on land is the dangerous part of our trips.

I begin with the 'Moroccan Surf Adventure' because it takes place south of my other stories.

My cool surf buddy 'Sideshow' Louie and I drove the 'Spider Pig' surf van from Biarritz down to Morocco and in hindsight, it wasn't the best idea we've ever had. We've had worse ideas of where to surf, but this definitely was not one of our best.

Location: A Sandy beach parking lot on the southern boarder of Morocco. I keep all surf spots secret to protect the locals and you.

I was leaning against the front bumper of the 'Spider Pig.' The 'Spider Pig' is a thirty year old trusty Peugeot J9 camper van that I bought for 750 Euros in Biarritz.

So . . . I'm watching the sun slowly set over a warm blue ocean and sipping on a cold beer. I had just finished a four hour surf session, perfect waves as usual. That's a Moroccan well-kept secret.

I was so beat I could barely stay awake. The sun was warm and the weak breeze was trying hard to cool the place down. Life was sweet and the promise of cute, dark skinned Moroccan girls mixed with alcohol somewhere in a night club made it that much better. As usual, my 'stoke' didn't last long. Sad really, because I was at that point in time where I was beginning to forget that God hates me. A blissful few seconds and then I was reminded once again.

Like I said, I was relaxing in the sun, minding my own business, when I heard somebody yelling something. I couldn't really make out who it was because the sand dunes were blocking my view. I could only see a blur of a head bobbing up and down as the figure ran towards me. I just kept watching this dude and thinking to myself, 'please God, no'.... then I remembered. ... oh yeah, God hates me.

As this person got closer, I still could not understand what he was screaming at me, and then it hit me.

Start the van! Start the van!

It was my friend Sideshow Louie and he was being chased up the beach by a group of local Moroccan dudes. I put my left hand up to block the glare from the sun. I hadn't begun to move yet because I was analyzing the situation in a slow motion kind of thing. When Sideshow was within 60 meters of me, to my horror, I could plainly see that a few of the Moroccan dudes chasing him had AK47s. What am I doing in Morocco?

I tossed the beer aside and with my left hand grabbed the side of the door and swung myself into the drivers' seat. The doors on my van slide back.