Photos of the day
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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