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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.
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).
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.
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.
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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