It´s when you mentally and fysically pusch yourself to new limits that you really get to know your self and others. When you spend weeks together, night and day. Through sad moments, happy days and memories that will stay with you forever. With a tear on my cheek and a smile in my heart I
Marrakesch, a hystreical place with good looking doors and lots of history. Snakes, rabbits, lizards, horses, monkeys and donkeys. Where the taxidriver locks all the doors while traveling with them at night. Where food poisoning is more common then not. Locals will give you a gift and then ask for money for it. For me,
Spicy birds, creative doors, flyes on a cake, precise footwork, crooked back, happy faces. Marrakesch is intense town with loads of stories. After the firsta and last day of rest from our GSés we are starting to move north in the morning.
Bikes, mopeds, horses, people, cars, busses passing us from all directions. Driving in Marrakesch puts your focus on maximum. We parked the bikes at a parking company and checked in at the Riad La Caleche in the heart of town. We were advised not to walk the 700 meters back to the hotel at night
Stately and calm dromedarys living in the middle of the desert. They just gaze at us as we pass them.
Chris and I took a route that led us through a small villages and loads of river crossings. Previous bad weather had broken the roads due to many land slides and we had to go one by one through the tricky parts and help each other. Children of the villages followed us up the broken
290 kilometers from Taroudant to Ouarzazate over the highest mountainpass of Morocco. The road was much worse then expected and with fully loaded bikes it was a grate challenge. As the storm came closer and we moved with walking speed we prepared to spend the night at high altitude.