Depart 8:00 am, we take the road Demnate. Program paths F4 and G3 last Gandini. Tar to the dam of the Ait Adel and track begins shortly thereafter. A path (F4) really nice, vertical and overhanging superb landscapes, full of small mountain villages, deep valleys, a track to do.
We cross small red Bedford truck loaded with people. For passengers sitting on the roof of the cabin the views above the vacuum must be rather flippants ... .. Must trust the driver. 
Transit panoramic
The only tree on the horizon
Arrive Demnate, full of bikes, and snowmen, grilled chicken and chips, it Day. A mint tea and taken up the road. '' Say we went shopping in case ? - It has only 100 pins to make it 2:00, it will. - Okay''. We pass Iroultane, site of dinosaur footprints, which are missing because I did not notice ('ll have to return). After a ford
I miss the right track, quickly corrected.
And you attack a great track, again with beautiful scenery, pretty villages.
arrived at the ford of Imi n'Ouaqqa shown on Gandini, surprised the water took everything, the track is off and walking down to about 2m. On the other side a young mule on a crossbar and back a little farther down the runway, showing us the way forward.
What happens? How it further? It was about 50 km from Demnate and he remains a little less to Agouti, is almost 16:00 (night falls a little before 18:00), one a try, anyway we can continually pass the other meaning.
It inspects the scene on foot and we decided to take the same path as the mule (in 400XR will say it's normal KTMiste and other blue). It must first clear a gutter built for watering down the slope on slopes and once in the river cross to the other side. Patrick starts it goes without too much evil in the eyes of villagers, I am.
Crossing
is achieved on the other side
It continues, we look for the prints indicated by Gandini, we found the slab but the prints are not obvious to see.
Just before 17:00 we reach the Tizi n'Tighiyst (Col) at 2400m near a site where rock engravings really important, it's everywhere. It is superb. Unfortunately, given the late hour we do not hang too, the locals tell us it takes more than an hour to agouti, some thirty miles.
The track on the descent is quite brittle with large stone slabs. Many small fords have dug ditches in all small hairpin turns inland, it goes without too much problem, but it's raining pretty good. In the village of 
Ighir n'Tissent you take a wrong direction, villagers call us on the right path. Is through the wadi, there is not much water but we see that the bottom has been seriously shaken. Abachkou after the road is very wet with puddles and lots of leaves on the ground, but not leaves, the leaves are bright green, thunderstorms and wind of being violent around here.
The trail descends into a valley, I guess the river bottom, on the road book from the Gandini I noticed "little bridge" little apprehensive in what condition will he be, is it still around?
I see the bridge, everything looks normal, I slowed down a hole on the left but no problem to the bridge on a motorcycle (by car is another story), I pass. On the other side makes me a woman signs indicating that it does not pass. Indeed, once the other side it turns left and there ... ... ... .. A large rock on
the right side, three quarters of the track washed away on the left a big hole, but now without water where it was severe bubbling, oh it's not good stuff.
I put the stand to see, when Patrick arrives, pass on and engages the end of the trail is between the rock and the hole. And there it stuck, rub the handle on the rock right at the risk of falling into the hole left behind the saddlebags and also rub with the heavy bag over no way to get a motorcycle, I feel for him situation is becoming uncomfortable. I climb the rock, passes to the other side and grabs the front wheel with both hands, I hold the bike firmly, he managed to descend. Behind him and me in front of the bike is passed, phew ..; Good as it is on the other side and we understand how to move, in my turn. The technique is mastered, it Pass the Fingers in the noze.
It was almost dark, digital photo mode at night, poor quality, but it gives an idea.
Well it's not all, must go now because it's dark, atmosphere.
It is only 7 or 8 km of Agouti.
We drive now on the right bank, the trail splits in two, left a trail down the other amount. The lower track seems to be stronger, while the other is more of goat path, I opt for the low, low pick, it ends in the wadi. Turn around, goes from the top, after going a little sandy gullies, the trail becomes marked, gossip leads the parade. Again a Y, it chooses the top right, pick the wrong track disappears, it is pitch dark.
I'll find walking and it seems to me to guess the track that bypasses the level where we are at the bottom. U-turn to return the lower track is good. Once or twice, I can not remember the soundtrack, now overlooks the river a few meters was carried away, but there is the equivalent of a trail that goes by without a motorcycle problem, except it's dark and the lighting is terrible, we will not to time. A tributary of the river that descends from the mountains to cross, two small steps to negotiate and then the trail climbs away from the wadi, phew, I relax a little. I look at the GPS we are almost there, when suddenly in the middle of the track a huge rock and scree, m .... We are cursed to, definitely.
remains a passage of about 40 cm between the rock and the void it will pass the rock sitting on the bike at first on a net gas re phew. The trail continues to rise, suddenly I see two road signs at the top: the road rereouf we arrived, happy to find the tar, which we spend our time trying to avoid it.
On my road book I wrote:''Flilou home Berber village near the west entrance of the sculptor, right place very clean.''
It falls on almost immediately,'' Hey Patrick, it is ground eh! ''.
We stop, but seems closed off it. I approach, I seem to see a glow inside, I push the door, a lighted candle,''Is there somebody?''And yes there is someone there more electricity because of storms but the house is open. It's like being alone, the boss guides us to park the bikes in an enclosed courtyard, meanwhile treckeurs four Parisian taxi arrived, the house comes alive. Dorm room at 50 dirhams (5 €) at night, the great luxury. A place to recommend. (Experienced guides for trekking.)
the shower, it in cold water then Wallou.
And the more we will even dinner, candlelit meal milk soup, omelet tomato, apple, tea is Byzantium, I, who saw us sleep on the trail along the river (I still have a ration of lyophilized and a few granola bars in the bag to Cazou).
Meanwhile a young woman arrived with her daughter for dinner, it turns out that she lived about ten miles from home, the chance encounters. She is there for a wedding and the day she waited all day on the road down the river to pass. A 84-year-Shibani told him he had never seen so much water in his life, in all cases it has caused damage, some villages will not see a car for a while.
nice meal, nice discussion. In short a great day from beginning to end. Practically 8:00 motorcycle, emotions, memories, happy memories. Go
dodo.
Cottages Flilou
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