My childhood unfolded in a tale of contrasts in the heart of Rabat, Morocco. At home, it was all about a modern, westernized upbringing—a space where the familiar hum of everyday life mirrored scenes from any other household in the world. But step outside, and you’d find yourself enveloped in the warmth of a culturally rich and traditional environment, where the old and the new danced together, not always in harmony, but often in a charming medley.

One place that encapsulates this blend of tradition and charm is the small, enchanting streets of Oudaya in Rabat. Wandering through its narrow lanes feels like strolling through the pages of a storybook—a storybook where time slows down, and the past whispers tales to the present.

In this eclectic cultural backdrop, I first dipped my toes into the world of surf culture. I was fourteen when curiosity sparked in my eyes, and the world seemed full of endless possibilities. The walls of my room were adorned with posters featuring riders from all corners of the globe, and the waves of Hawaii, frozen in the vibrant hues of those posters, fueled my daydreams.

Soon, those daydreams turned into reality. I started meeting other surf and skate enthusiasts—kindred spirits drawn to the allure of the ocean. It wasn’t long before I found myself paddling out into the waves, feeling the rush of the sea beneath my board. What struck me most was the community that embraced me—a community not tainted by the stereotypes often associated with surf culture.

Contrary to popular belief, the surf community I became a part of was a clean, healthy enclave of enthusiasts. In my twenties, we’d wake up before the sun kissed the sky, surf in the early mornings and after work, and, on weekends, we’d embark on road trips to discover more beach breaks. The surf was ours, with almost no one else in the water—just me and my circle of friends, sharing waves and laughter.

As the years rolled by, the surf culture in Rabat grew. It remained healthy and enthusiastic, a haven for those seeking the simple joys of riding waves. Most surfers here catch the waves on weekends, with rare sightings in the water during the week. And for those in the know, there are secret spots—hidden gems known only to a select few.

The surfer community is a vibrant blend of locals and expats, and the vibe is nothing short of welcoming. The lineup has a sense of camaraderie, a shared passion that transcends cultural differences. Whether you’re a seasoned local or a newcomer finding your sea legs, the waves are open to all.

In the ocean’s rhythm and friends’ laughter, I discovered a surf culture that defied stereotypes and embraced the simple pleasures of life. Today, as Rabat’s surf community continues to thrive, it stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of those who find solace, joy, and connection in the dance between the surfer and the sea.