Photos of the day

The night was still rough for me, Patrick, has taken the bull by the horns. The start is still laborious. It drags on the terrace watching the kids who pass the cottage to school. Breakfast, ligth for me, and it took off slowly. We pass through two earlier the palm which is really great, people greet us all along.
The trail that climbs out of the valley is nice and offers a beautiful view over the village and palm grove. I think at TP3 on the descent, do not be afraid.
We take the road Askaoun, which amounts to a hill near 2000m along beautiful mountain villages.
Beautiful mountain trail with some rocky passages, points of view on the beautiful plateaus, one passes the neck to 2500m.
We stop on the way down to break the crust, the traditional round loaf sandwich, sardine and cow laughs. The sky darkens, the storm threat was to hardly time to finish the rain falls. More and more we go down the rain increases in intensity when we arrive on the tarmac is a downpour, you start to be used.
A Anezal we renounce the track and take the road to Ouarzazate. The cars are blocked before the wadis in spate, until the water drops, the fun for us. In a cyber cafe I find contact information for Home Bikers, a guesthouse run by a Dutchman and his Moroccan wife, I know he has a studio available to bikers.
A good day, the bike consumes oil me and my 10 immodium daily was wet feet and it curdles, apart from that all is well.
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