The wind blew all night, wake up as usual at 6:00 am breakfast, we load the bikes and for the third time, tire changers sitting in the garage, the front wheel of Patrick once again flat. Must say that in hand, and now it goes fast, Midas and Euromaster had better behave. In the garage there is a Honda Transalp a German completely crumpled on the track a few days ago (without being too serious for him). She is waiting for repatriation, it is mounted Michelin desert in perfect condition, and I must admit that the idea of an exchange standard we touched, the T63 is better in Karlsruhe (address pasted on the container) even The hotel manager tells us that we can. Anyway we left there and did not pass the act.
Departure, the clouds are clinging to the mountain, cross Zguid Foum, leaving the village to remove the ford is covered with a thick layer of mud and the river is flowing very muddy, it is not all that auspicious.
stop at the gas station, full of bikes, checking the oil level, add-in for Patrick at the sight of the river we decided to go on the track when the wadis are expected to flood, if where be advised.
are also 9 km and is smaller attack the track. It winds around a river completely dry, so good, it runs smooth and all of a sudden a beautiful bleeding, brake a little disaster, I get loose, but it passes (just). Patrick had to see my face and style has been so accused. I turn around, and in the middle of a bleeding XR earth and Patrick sat next to, turned around, everything is fine, no harm, and finally Patrick, the XR has lost its flagship plate, the counter does much more effective, the back is useless in this terrain, and the fender will not keep very long if this continues. In general it is rather I who troll pit.
is continued, do some gardening in a little village out on the right track, and then gradually we enter a really beautiful valley with mountain oases, small villages, we are nice people everywhere signs children also (pens or candy without asking), a real treat. One climbs, one approaches the clouds, the wet and stony track is very slippery especially with motorbikes and overloaded hyperexpanded, the front wheel tries to live his life on several occasions, we are assured.
It is near the top of the pass in the clouds, this track is superb despite the weather. At the top of the pass was an extraordinary panorama of the valley and the village of Issil with the storm threat, unforgettable. 
Driving is now in the valley is very muddy and very fat. First ford in Issil, there are traces of the truck, the villagers tell us where to spend, Patrick starts first, it passes.
Soon, the second ford, not very big, not even fear. The following is a little wider, the water is muddy you can not see the bottom again Patrick agrees, no problem. It progresses.
We arrive at a small school, I approached the teacher out, I have a handful of pens that I give to her students. He speaks virtually no French, but enough to tell us that the track is''finished''a bit further, oh this is not good at everything. Anyway there is, we'll see. It happens quickly on a broad ford with a lot of water and electricity, it goes, it goes right?
A local tells us to expect, Patrick decides to explore on foot, the guy above, the tomb godasses, back legs of his pants and takes Patrick by the hand to the crossing. In fact there is not too much water except in two places and especially at the exit where Patrick has water up to their knees. He is big, that's why I have not been there, it goes to the knee, mid-thigh (or more) it goes over. Mid thigh and knee is in my home, so it goes better if he is going to see QED.
I first launched it passes, Patrick then no problem. To thank the local assistance, we give him our picnic (sardines and laughing cow), he poses for the camera.
remains there other delegates before the road, Inch Allah. It was the last. We arrived on the tarmac to the right and one goes right on the storm, it becomes decidedly one way. Judgement, stringing combinations of rain, brilliant idea because in the minutes that follow we will enjoy. It blows hard burst, we are forced to drive with one hand and protect the nose of another, every drop like a shot. Tazenakht is only 20 km, but they were found long.
Stop restaurant, any so you have no picnic, and mud. Extra kefta tagine, mint tea, it's better. In the three troquet road bikers tell us they arrive in Ouarzazate, they crossed the wadis in spate throughout. One of them ride with a small 100 cm3 two-stroke and went to Benin, bold type.
It takes a glance at the map to the track laid in the afternoon (track F7 Gandini Volume 2), it begins in a wadi, we wisely decided to take the road.
arrived at the intersection with state road 9, waives in Ouarzazate (we will not see Ait Ben Haddou and the track of Telouet. A excuse to return) and is pulled directly from Marrakech, 180 km via the Tizi n'Tichka (neck) with a passage nearly 2200m altitude in the storm, it looks good. In places the cervix is covered with mud driven by the storm, we stop at a gas station, no electricity no longer pump (ah gasoline canister in Mhamid !!!). In short climb and descent of Col quite daunting, rain, wind, hail (to be honest three or four more hailstones not), mud, gravel, car folded against a small truck, bus stopped with the front button, it doubles the snowplow, Ouch, the snow? in fact it is not to remove the mud and gravel, phew.
short tar but well worth the slopes. It
double guys in Cherokee, but there is not really want a beer.
30 km before Marrakech stop gasoline, call the hotel at Toulouse (where you want me to go), booking. We leave.
On this road at night I was more afraid in the neck in the storm, there is everything on the road, pedestrians, mopeds, bicycles, carts, n'ad'éclairage person, the cars drive like branque. In addition it must not be lost there. We finally arrive at Marrakech, one is guided to the hotel by a juvenile.
The shower is hot. A beer in a bar (they are almost all packed in there but not aggressive, it laughs).
Jemaa El Fna square, it's good we are.
"Hey Patrick, it is ground, eh !!!...."
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