Yesterday is today as is tomorrow

Yesterday and today, all one moment. 30 years and more have been since we sat on Anchor point, watching the swells or jumping in to surf the big waves. Yet, as we sit and take it in, no time seems to have passed as the ocean is the same as too are the rocks. Is that Tunky and Vince in the distance? Or Gary and Jane? Memories merge into today as if there is no time and its all now! Beautiful to be here now. There were ups and downs as we grew into our adult selves learning how to be with others and for Krysia and I, as a couple. How could we have known what life was ahead of us? What joys were to come, what sadness and tragedy. We were living like there is no tomorrow, as young people do. Without a care in the world we risked everything for the biggest wave or highest high, the world was ours for the taking, things could only get better!

As the sun beats down on us this morning, we set off from Taghazout plage into the town itself. Many changes are apparent but what hasn't changed is this is still a very Moroccan village, bustling with life. We recognize some old landmarks that are now dwarfed by hotels, surf shops and apartment blocks, the town has grown enormously. Change happens, hopefully for the better and life certainly carries on here with or without the surfers, Where can they be hiding? there are very few visible at the moment but that might be due to the lack of surf!

On we walked, along towards the point, passing 'Aussie valley' and soon to the point itself. Now there were some small dwellings here before but now there is a clump of modern apartments obviously designed with the surfer in mind. A few of them were hanging around with laptops under their arms, no doubt looking up magic seaweed to see if there are any waves due! We sat for a good while letting the atmosphere sink in, memories and flavours awash our senses, where is everybody? In the distance we see an apartment block where the source used to be, our old camping spot has moved up market! Instead of a hoard of surfies and their vans, are a herd of camels and their young! No sign of the life that used to thrive here as we hear that camping on the point is no longer allowed? Why, we wonder, its still the same old Anchor factory in ruins and apart from Residence Le Source, it's just waste ground covered in Argan trees. I can see Bruce and Debbies thorn compound or at least where it was! Heady stuff this wading through the past!

The source itself, a spring, is now covered with a block of concrete and has a tap! No longer can you share your main water source with a herd of goats! Waiting for the water to clear was half the fun, the other half was running to the loo the next morning! It's all as it was and yet so different, we are different and a lifetimes have passed. How we wish our Jon could have been a surfy boy and ride the great waves that crash hear. How we wish........but life is as it is and maybe one day, Jaimie will come here in a van and tell her man that a long time ago, her mum and dad lived here like a couple of hippies when there was no such thing as a white motorhome! And they lived on £5 a week for 3 months! Now that was an economy holiday.

We returned to the van hot and drenched in memories and sweat. It is great to be here and remember our friends and acquaintances. A long moment has joined up for Krysia and myself, from 1977 to now a loop of life has happened. Tunky, Vince and I came here in 1979, to continue the dreams of our youth. To be on the road, surfing, travelling and being what we thought was free! In those moments we were and I'm so happy that we had them.

May you live your dreams and be happy

lots of love

Ted and Kysia