Thursday, November 13, 2008

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You will find here the story with photos, daily two trips to Morocco by motorcycle, made in 2006 and 2008.




The Journey, 2006 4 min


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Patrick -------------- Eric

Guide Chris Scott

Allergic Reaction For Waxing

Story of the 2008 voyage (October 18 to 31) 18-10

Two 400 XR in Morocco

the return journey in 2006 was so good, that the decision to depart under the same conditions but on a different route has imposed itself.

Travelers ditto: Patrick and Eric, motorcycles: ditto that Patrick has undergone a facelift (segmentation joints) due to the oil consumed in the previous trip.
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Pujaudran 1200 km Almeria Melilla Debdou



Wake at 3:00, breakfast, load the bikes and start at 4.00 for 1200 km and 13-hour drive across Spain, not great much to tell, except that the outlet of the trailer hitch was burnt but it still works. 17:00 Arrival at the port of Almeria to Melilla purchase tickets cabin for two. The Directorate camping Garoff not a great view but ideal camping for us is to say the car park and trailer and very close to the port. The campground is owned by a Scot, I have a Mac, saying: "you are Français" the "NO" in return left me dry c .... Loading
motorcycles,''threading''the suit of lights, a beer or two on the terrace to wait, we are ready to ship. On the port
few 4x4 super prepared, especially English, we are the only motorcycles.


Night calm, glassy sea, we did not even realize we were on a boat.


Landing around 7:00 am.

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19 -10 250 km


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The boat is the hour, just landed one is stopped by the English military to allow a convoy of dozens of military vehicles including tanks, war or what? we were silent, que pasa aqui?.
That's when the rain begins to fall the soldiers let us pass, the city is deserted, everything is closed, one looks for a service station without success. Perception of combis and rain so we headed to the customs, or I'm getting yelled at by a English customs because I took the roundabout the wrong way really not obvious in short, it makes us to turn back, threatening us a € 300 fine, still a little chef who wanted to be zealous in front of his underlings. The output of Spain is without any problem.
On arrival at the customs of Morocco, there is no ambiguity: even come to Morocco.
5 cm of mud everywhere (the rain continues to fall), the crush at the counters, the guys who want you ease the transition, limit glaucous brief was changed country. Most Moroccans are pedestrians landed boats, some with rolling suitcases, but they do not have studded tires and the mud is not that great. We finally get our passports and they cut the road. Dirham withdrawal at a bank full of motorcycles and Yallah. My GPS continuously cutting out, I had problems with fuses in the preparation and I think that's the power supply wire, it stops at the shelter and the tools out there, there was not made 10 starts kmça well. Dismantling of the plate change the headlight cable connection, I hope it does well there, and we leave (no more GPS problem throughout the trip phew).


The road is in the rain, wind, cold, everything that bikers love what. I was hoping to find the track after Hassi Berkane to the Mohamed V dam wouallou but that is all paved. Around noon we ask for in Taourirt a bite and warm up a bit. Grilled mutton (when it's cooked black), hoping that your piece is not what you saw down at floor cutting and surreptitiously handed the dish.

Debdou is only about fifty miles, it is well within the time the rain stopped, so we will try a variation from the east, it is just a short detour of 90 km and should find the track.

Bad pick, we'll pick up tons of water on the helmet and not a blade of the runway, everything felt, fortunately indeed, given the weather tar is not so bad. It passes near a large dam that is not marked on maps, fortunately there is a real bridge to cross the river because, down there has the juice. Just before reaching Debdou I see happening in front of a truck carrying gas cylinders. Having already seen how these trucks are loaded and stacked the bottles, I see the truck approaching the top to prevent a possible collapse in doing so I make the mistake of losing the road from the eye, serious mistake. We will cross the middle of a huge puddle of water when I leave the truck to the eyes watching the road I see a brown wall of water thrown by the truck did not slow course at all. I take a violent blow the fleet, after 120 km in the rain I'm already well flushed, but there he finished me, I even failed to drink the cup, and the worst is that the impact, water has penetrated inside the double screen of my motorcycle goggles, this which means that I have the impression of watching from inside an aquarium with eyes flush with the surface, surprising.
Two soldiers show us the direction of a cottage (the only accommodation in Debdou) which is in fact 8 kilometers above the neck that leads to Rekkam. In the climb we cross the hunters, they tell us that there is no gasoline Debdou, he must return to Taourirt, we'll see tomorrow where I pissed. Arrive at cottage
no problem there instead, a French boss recently installed is not there, but Makash Mouchkil there's room we are the only guests. It's hard for small cottages, no local color, but lo and behold there are backup electric heaters, and elec is running. We will be able to dry our stuff, and get warm is a luxury.
was dried !!!........















nice meal in the evening, listening to the weather on an old tube radio of the 50s, funny. Time does not improve, it is at 1500m altitude, it is blowing strong and it severely and quail forecast is rather poor. We'll see tomorrow is drawn due south, God willing.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Can I Still Get My Period If My Cervix Is High

20-10 Debdou Talsinnt 250 Km 0 Km Talsinnt

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Wake 6H00, we redo the luggage, everything has dried, the weather is rather cold and cloudy but no rain.
The day's stage will bring us to the platform of Rekkam, enough altitude desert plateau (between 1200 and 1600 m). By
cons in addition to being dry in essence, once it is paid hosting Dry Dirhams as well. We are not really in the rhythm. So we descend Debdou, 8 km. For change there is a small desk, but it is closed. I approach a man asking where we can make money and fill up, it sounds complicated, as usual we stop people from approaching and it discusses, palaver and finally find a solution, the grocer accepts us change 50 € (for a course quite reasonable) it will allow us to fill .

It follows a guy drive a few km to refuel gasoline contraband that comes from nearby Algeria. Slightly away from the road, is the service station improvised. Cans neatly under a tree, bottles of mineral water 5l, 2l 1l measure. They have only 20l on site, but the boss hand look rabe, makkach mouchkill in R18 on track with a glass of coffee milk stuck in the ashtray without spilling a drop too much.
When the young attendant arrives with his full 5l bottle filled with red liquid, I say stop. "We want the petrol not diesel, after feeling that seems to be gasoline, anyway you do not have much choice, we'll see if you get stranded in the middle of Rekkam .
The price is almost identical.














Debdou We return to the currency exchange is open, buying groceries for the picnic, the basics, sardines, laughing cow, bread, water is good it is in the pace and ready for departure, but it's already 10:00, will not have to be unemployed. We
refarcit neck to rise on the plateau at km 11 of my road book must be found on the right track, got to the point they needed a little but obviously not the runway. 5 km later another track on the right, visible on my GPS map, so we enquiller first track of the journey, it feels good, with more very nice it zigzags among small shrubs but is fat and it slips up with the bikes loaded and over-inflated. I also want to put myself in a rut a good fat, not serious, but broke back and buckle bag too.





It reaches a plateau where some gardening in the middle of some big pile of earth visibly spilled by trucks, there are dozens, one wonders where it came from. We find the track that I expected, and again on tar for about thirty km We leave the pitch to take a track south, but the time and it threatens quail. I put on rain gear. The track runs nice, some crossing wadis dry but we see that it was quite moved by water. Good idea the combination of rain, we crossed a beautiful storm moves north over part of stony track, it's falling heavily, we must be careful to track the GPS, sporty but it does not last too long





The Rekkam

It crosses result in a vast expanse, where you can see a few nomadic camps, to the climatic conditions of life must be difficult in these regions. And suddenly at a bend, a wadi in thought. That brings back memories.










It's not really the height of water problem, but the strong current and the risk of hole invisible because of the mud. It is
14:00 we decide to break the crust and wait to see if it drop, since it stopped raining. Small concrete monument embodying the edge of the concrete slab we use a benchmark. After ¾ of an hour the level had already dropped from 10 to 15 cm, it attempts a location on foot, but when the current is even stronger. Retry 20 minutes later it goes off, no hole, let's go. As a precaution we pass beside the bikes, Makkach Mouchkil. We leave. We do
not go very far, in fact the track and the river cross and recross. New Ford, this time the concrete slab is broken and it's not happening, we go along the river, there is a very wide passage upstream. Featured Makkach Mouchkil walk, it is going ahead.


the next bend, again and again the ford concrete raft exploded. Upstream no way possible, we decided to walk along the river by the left, along a freshly plowed field, then the hillside, it goes up, it goes down, sloping passage in the rocks, then it becomes too steep, such small canyon there is 20 to 30m above the wadi, Patrick share in locating off and I have a big stroke of the pump kind hypoglycemia. I sat down, swallowed two granola bars and a drink while waiting for the friend that I no longer see. Patrick returns it not pass, we see another ford farther, but it seems surmountable runway and then leaves the small canyon where you are. You have to go ... this could ford, especially as rain again.
U-turn, just before reaching the ford of the river is wide, are identified, Patrick goes, I fail to put me to water down the bike into the river but it also passes. Phew!. The following
ford goes smoothly and the track moves away from the river, it happened.
The track that follows does not pose any big problems but it is bold. It is fifteen miles, you start to relax a little, Anoual not far off when, at a bend surrounded by small bushes, a Moroccan jumps in the middle of the runway with arms outstretched, to where he went? what does he want? We will not delay to know ... ... ... ... another ford.













There is a small canyon to change the valley. A group of nomads is found from either side of the river and they explain with gestures (no one speaks French) and throwing pebbles into the water it should not happen.
How they have done for through them?. There is another ford farther one sees easily passable and even further a little red truck Bedford very common in Morocco, with other people around.
They are there for a while, they show us the maximum water height since they are there, it had to fall by at least one meter, they must wait there for a bit. They show us they pass by or along the river from the left but even with a trials bike not pass it. So we wait with them, they laugh a lot and have fun trying to cross the water and probing with a shovel but no password. It is 5 hours (three hours to cover 20 km).
The night will soon fall. We ask by gesture if you can sleep there, a guy gives us a broad wave of his hand like "and you want my guys." To make matters worse the storm is coming, black clouds and thunder. We have no tent, just the duvet at night looks hectic. When two mobile
easily spread firmly by the arms and begin to cross and gradually reach the other side. They are mimics Patrick (round trip of course) the current pushes hard but there is no hole and the weight of the bikes should be sufficient. We decided to move the bikes facing each other behind, it goes to the applause of public. Yallah. The following
ford passes without problem, hello assistance truck.
Night has now fallen, the storm broke, with each flash we appreciate the condition of the runway, I count the seconds between the thunder of lightning, okay, not too close.
We ride side by side, it slides a lot, if I go off the GPS beacon in code we do not see much. 15 km seem like an eternity, but I know that the village is not far Anoual, I just hope there is more river to cross. They saw two or three lights, Anoual yesssss it.
We arrive in the village, a young person comes to meet us. Are asked to sleep eat and refuel, but there's nothing here and tells us Talsinnt 37 km, all paved, easy.
We take the tar in the storm. After 3 or 4 km I turn over flagship Patrick, turn around, I found the engine stopped off at the roadside. This seems to come from gasoline, we leave the front the Swiss Army knife, there's juice in the tank, unscrew the hose that runs, weird, you go back a coup to kick it off again, s .... Pe.
Patrick before I leave, the rain in the figure, the lightning round, hopefully, new stop when suddenly, as pass, redémontage hoses, "and m .... I left a valve closed. "
We leave, it's been almost an hour we left Anoual when you see the distant lights Talsinnt at the same time the rain stops, it's crazy how all of a sudden it was so cold ....
Cross the village, we are told later a hotel, you cross the bridge, the river is close to pass over. Over coffee a guy stopped us, I let Patrick and I will negotiate further identify the service station. Patrick joined me and told me they can sleep at the cafe further, hot shower meals etc ... I say ok.
- "We make full?,"
- "the station is there it will not move, tomorrow it will be light, I pissed it arises and we will see tomorrow."
Grave mistake.
bikes are dumped when a blackout hit, more elec.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Registro Do Pcdj Red V5.2 Build 1023

21-10 22-10

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It has therefore asked the cafe in Bellevue glacier Samir. Despite the power cut we still enjoyed a hot shower, a good meal and an evening at the cafe to discuss with the Moroccans, some blocked this part of the night due to the flooding of the river which prevented them from returning home. We slept in our sleeping bags on the sofas in the living room in the basement.
The morning rain keeps falling, electricity is not returned, running water stopped flowing and it curdles slightly.
Breakfast, quietly, Samir think we should have free petrol problem. We'll see at the station, but wouallou, no petrol, new electronic pumps were installed recently, only an old pump diesel can be used manually, not through siphoning.

Samir inquires with the boss who told him to wait a generator, we will drink tea while waiting. Samir then we will go around among all vendors Talsinnt gasoline smuggling, but again wouallou all have diesel but not gasoline, because of heavy trucks from Algeria could not pass. We will ask at the taxi rank or we are told that the gas station of Beni Tadjite is also closed, but there would be a group. We phone and we were told to call back later will they be Group Started Inch'allah. So we'll drink another tea, the rain stops and we walk in Talsinnt. A Moroccan slightly older we predicted 15 days of rest Talsinnt. It leads us to see the river that runs through the village, he wanted to show us from the balcony of the baker but he refuses, he brings us see the river by a small path that takes longer than a public toilet pedestrian street, the road is mined, but the view over the river is still impressive.
He offers us tea discusses the end of fat, people are really nice but very critical because they say belong to a region neglected by the authorities, they have already spent several days without electricity, it was just two days they had recovered and are certain not to see her for several days. But there is not much to do. That day we did some shopping souk. It is obvious that the day will stay glued to Talsinnt. Couscous with Samir, nap, tea.


















We will report to the police station, where people come for charging mobile phones thanks to the group. Samir took the opportunity to grind her coffee thanks to the electric coffee grinder that was brought to the police in anticipation of the evening.
We return to the station but still no band. Samir negotiate for us with the driver of a pick-up that takes us so that we Gourrama carries 40 liters of petrol. He should be back around 17:00, God willing. Finally
gasoline arrives, it is a little full of mechanics, one starts tomorrow.

The paddock in the courtyard















is not contraband
Samir Thanks for your help all day.

Monday, November 10, 2008

How To Dismantle A Car Alarm

Talsinnt Merzouga 291Km Merzouga


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Departure at 7:00, still no electricity or water is abandoned loosely Samir and his friends to their fate, all the people with whom we spoke dream only of one thing, come to Europe, which represents the Eldorado for them, with a preference these days for Spain, given the living conditions and prospects can understand.






Depart from Samir
With these thoughts we take the road direction Beni Tadjite which was our destination for the second stage, but given the village and saw the reception we received was much better Talsinnt. We take the track towards the neck Belkhacem. It is very fat and still wet, if it had been from the day Talsinnt I think we would have struggled in the rain. The track is easy to follow, it is straight with occasional wadi beds and gullies to cross, then comes the famous Col de Belkhacem, The north side is not a problem, the descent of cons the other side is a bit steeper.
Beautiful walks with large stones, two pins, must stay focused but nothing difficult (no photos injury).
Col. bottom


Rising


The track is more fun to follow, no trace, it is the first to go after the rain. Another ford to cross, there is a small bridge with stones, it goes without too many problems. Found to Tazouguerte tar.
Then the N10 along the wadi Guir, and one can see the damage from floods. The ramp to the bridge over the river towards Errachidia was carried and gear in the train again, the cafe at the intersection seems to have suffered heavy damage, the foundations are bare. It is up
Boudnib to recreate the full. There are no more station since long time, the only possibility is to gasoline in cans, one quickly finds the "boutique", asks the price of 150 dirham, oops there is inflation in the south. It has only 100 km and thus one does require that each of the five we will not quibble, there is no other choice''and''gas station attendant knows.
Youth tell us that we can not cross the river, there is too much water, it goes well see.


Indeed, there are a lot of water, looking for a passage, then mark off and after half an hour of unsuccessful attempts and wet feet are abandoned.


Wadi Guir
It was therefore decided to take the road to Erfoud Errachidia and reach by road. It contains tar and crosses the bridge repairs. Infuse 150 terminals tar, or more if you go to Merzouga as expected, especially after a lazy day, do enchants me halfway.

After the bridge, a track takes south east towards the runway so we wanted to do. I move Patrick to give it a shot, we'll see. Yallah enquiller it.
The track disappears rapidly after the passage of what must be a wadi bed but dry. We continue to track the GPS off, that's not all flat, there are holes and bumps, but it goes makkach Mouchkil carefree (that's where we do not regret not having a follower 4x4 ). And after a half hour they finally fell on the runway.

Runway Boudnib Erfoud
's all right for nearly 20 miles, the trail runs along a cliff then enters an area of canyons and gorges carved by the waters of imposing towers and contours, it's pretty nice to ride, do some gardening a bit, turned around and finally found the exit.
The descent to a vast flat expanse before shooting straight east towards Algeria to circumvent a rock barrier and return west south west to the Erg Chebbi.
You're made by or?
's all right
It happens to the erg in 10 years, hotels have pushed all along, the village of Merzouga exploded, it does not recognize anything. It is full of gasoline (not seen since Nador station), still in container. Passage to Ksar Sania, the first hotel located there by a French couple and we stayed 10 years ago, the desolation, it was partially destroyed by floods in 2006 and devastated by the recent flood, we don dare not even stop. Stop at the last hotel on the road Taouz.
Good day, cons by the news is not good, the runway after Taouz Zagora is impassable, the river overflows and Rheris person is spent for days.
We'll see tomorrow


Erg Chebbi off

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23-10 24-10 Mhamid

Alarm 6:30, too late for the sunrise on dunes, too bad. In a classic program of southern Morocco that we had done in 98, the compass and Michelin.

Everybody has confirmed that the passage of the river Rheris after Taouz was not possible, and as we begin to get a little tired of wet feet, climb on the Wadi Rissani to go to gué.La road had been cut the previous week by the flooding, and there remains still traces, many gardens are still under water.
We took the opportunity to make additional gas well sardines, laughing cow, bread and water

dunes of Merzouga


Wadi Rheris Rissani


We therefore crossed the river at the exit of Rissani the water level is not high. Twenty kilometers on tar and it enquiller runway. One hell of a desert and in the parts off road trace. The rains have erased everything





It's nice to make his mark


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It continues to draw south, one sees traces of a 4x4 which crashed in the mud very deep. We must be careful to choose his way, there is a crust of dried mud on the surface and bottom is muddy and it sticks. I try to identify the color of the soil, the more dark the more it sucks. Arrival at Lake Maider is really a lake with water and not just a drawing on a map, it seems quite incredible, two years ago we spent there in the sandstorm, and to paraphrase a friend JF c 'was dry as c. ... Topin them, there is lack stuck.
Lake Maider

A little further south of the lake water has disappeared and the grass has grown it is all green, driving on a golf course.


We end our tracks overlap of 2006 and I recognize the Fougani village, lost in the middle of nowhere, almost. At the end of the village plowing began to enjoy the recent watering is no longer the donkey or camel pulling the plow, but a fine red tractor as those available to the kids (we will not bad during the stay). It bypasses the cultures and hello laborers.
In the distance a small caravan (eh tiny, 5 camels) nomads who move.

are subcultured to the west and as expected, we go back to the hostel Marabout two years later. Lunch stop, Tajine Kefta always like is the brother this time it gets us


After a good meal, ¼ hour nap, we took over the runway, hoping not this time it burst like two years ago, huh Patrick. We will take a track farther south, along the Algerian border, which should lead us to Mhamid. No great difficulty is easy to track the military post. We stop to give the bread of our picnic at a young nomad shepherd cross the runway. In military fort, a small break in the tiny palm around the well.

A young shepherd.

Past the fort, trying to cut the GPS but it crashes on a small hill or mixes and sand stones, we prefer to give up and around. Then the trail follows a rock barrier and becomes very brittle, it beats not bad.

the middle of the track, rocks a chain two poles, stop: "Papers s'you fold. A young soldier down the nearby hill, fill our passports, picks up the chain (moped) and let us pass.
The runway ends in a small grove, then through a village, women doing laundry in the wadi. It includes tar, full of gasoline Tagounite. Sitting on DIY hoses motorcycle Patrick.

arrived in Mhamid, young touts we jump on it, it should not be a lot of people, Patrick will inspect the Sahara Hotel, it is clear by his head no, it must be really terrible. It goes back to the
north is a hotel site, we are the only clients we negotiate a single room at the price of the double. Early inspection of the bike and I noticed that the clutch cable frayed and is about to break, it is replaced in a jiffy.

Excellent day without any problems or galley, superb track, big sleep, tomorrow Chegaga erg.

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