This spitting, gargling slab breaks directly in front of Jerome Sahyoun's house in Casablanca, Morocco. Its erratic lip is loaded with power ready to wash you over its shallow shelf and toward a jagged outcrop of rocks. But the barrels on offer will always temp Jerome from his home—ski-driver dependant anyway.
"It breaks rarely but it is his home spot," filmer Marvin Larrieu tells us. And when asked if anyone else was out for a twang on the rope he said, "of course not. He surfed alone this session like he usually does. No one else in Morocco wants to surf such a heavy wave so close to the rocks."