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Reached the comfort of BikersHome in Ouarzazate, with Peter, Zineb and a shy little
Along the road was tall red sticks made from branches marking the road for the winter snow and also concrete walls with gaps between each block to let the wind through but stop snow drifts on 50feet sections of the road, the landscape was barren and rolling rather than tall cliffs further south in the Atlas. I rode some of the off road sections up here the last time, I recognised the Infame road junction with the café when I rode north to the Rift back in April. Once we got over the mountain range the rain was less and got warmer and with that I settled into the long ride that lay ahead that day. When you get across to the east of the
We stopped for fuel and a coffee later, a very expensive coffee. 20 Derhams and finally told the person he should start wearing a mask, in that way people would feel better about being robbed. I gave him 20 and walked off only to hear him say you gave me 20 Euros, hmmm, he does have a honest side. We spoke outside as we were getting our jackets on and he asked if we thought it was expensive and I told him not if you include the skin tax rubbing my arm, we both smiled and we both knew.
The final ass numbing ride into Ouarzazate was west into the now low setting sun. The peck on the helmet shading the sun give you an inch to see through, less than a letter box, which got less as time went on and the rough road meant a lot of head bouncing and flashing in the eyes from the sun in which you had to concentrate to see ahead. We found BikersHome and put the bikes safely inside the garage, showered, had a great meal and caught up. Also managed to loss weight by taking off a couple of metal boxes i had made up, real shame to loss them but i needed to loss the weight..