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    Day 1 cont

    Once found, what a great piste it turned out to be, running for miles and miles along the top of a ridge with views back to the Mediterranean.

    The perfect bike for this kind of trip?:
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    Day 1 cont

    The going wasn’t difficult, but it was a good opportunity for me to try and sort out the balance of how to ride and keep the necessary concentration required for off road, whilst also enjoying the stunning scenery around every corner, and nursing the bike round the full tour and hopefully doing it all incident free.

    Some of us managed this better than others!

    Alan had a tumble off his 690 when he under/over estimated the speed of an approaching scooter. Earlier he’d decided not to wear his knee armour for the day (too uncomfortable off the bike – ferry, customs etc) and of course Sods Law it was his knee that took the brunt of the fall. His bike was somewhat damaged as well, and it took a while for us to sort out his twisted handlebar mounts.

    It was a sobering event, highlighting that for most of the tour we’d be riding in the wilderness away from immediate assistance and fairly reliant on ourselves to sort out mechanical and medical needs.

    Alans knee, although painful, still had movement, and his bars were now straightish, so we were off again.
    The top of the ridge finally came to an end and we started a lovely twisty descent, the stone giving way to earth that showed signs that it would have been quite tricky in the wet.

    The dry conditions didn’t stop Jono being caught out by a rut that jumped out on him, causing a very balletic tumble over the bars (caught on video thankfully!).

    As we approached the tarmac road ahead Gary veered off the track following his GPS to the right when it was obvious all other users of the piste went left. A nice little trials section ensued, with all six bikes popping up the last little climb into someones garden. There was no way we could drop down onto the road from there, so (not for the last time) we turned round and trial sectioned back to the piste (bikes can just be seen in garden in photo below):
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    Day 1 cont

    Back on tarmac we dropped down into Tetoun along a twisty steep sided valley with gaping cave entrances either side in the valley walls. No time to stop and explore though.

    What an eye opener Tetoun was - the whole town seemed to be a building site, and my earlier confidence of riding in rural Moroccan traffic was tested as we fought through the urban sprawl. I think the locals were as confused as I was at the roundabouts, and I reverted to my usual solution for these situations and went on the attack! I have right of way – so move out of it!

    It was nice to have an attendant at our first Moroccan fuel stop (I didn’t self service all tour) and Alan and myself “buddied up” to quicken fill ups - throughout the tour Alans 690 and my HP2 used roughly equal measures (mine using slightly more after a fast road section).

    I can’t remember details of the final run into Chefchaouen, probably a mixture of tarmac and pistes, but what I do remember is the surroundings getting drier and rockier – a Martian landscape to explore! We did ride through a few one horse towns – very little tarmac in the centre and no defined footpaths – very Wild West! We’d definitely left Europe behind.

    The Hotel Parador was right in the centre of town next to the market area – lots of life and colour. Ian (Ali Baba) seems to be well known (everywhere in Morocco?!) and the hotel car park attendant had reserved an area for the bikes. It had been a long day - gaining 2 hours at the border, and it was weary riders congregating in the bar.

    We had our evening meal on the third floor of a restaurant overlooking the square. Tagines of course – and no beer. Dessert was eaten in a cake shop found on the earlier April tour – yummy!

    Jono had headed back to the hotel early (feeling a little fatigued) and had to be pulled up the steep incline by a couple of American tourists – his knackeredness far outwaying any embarrassment he might have felt.

    Just before bed we heard what we thought was a Scottish Marching Band outside. On investigation it was a local marriage parade, the whole town seemed to be involved, accompanied by musicians playing long straight trumpets (sounding like bagpipes) being blown somewhat randomly. They marched right through the market square and headed up into the warren of tiny streets, bride and groom carried at shoulder height.

    And that was Day 1 in Africa, quite eventful, a few tumbles, some great trails, extreme heat and the promise of better to follow.
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    Day 2 01/10/2012: Losing Contact With Earth.
    QUOTE SPOUTS COMMENTS...Re the dinner, jono's walk, the wedding

    Breakfast in Morocco can be a very disappointing table. For the last week three of us have been completely satisfied with roadside Hostal cafe's and the hotel in Mijas when being served our morning meal but today we had to accept our lot and take what was on offer. I for one had already taken this on board, for now, and was expecting nothing more that a Continenltal style breakfast of bread, preserves and boiled eggs (for the northern European's) with the North African pancakes, made of what I still fail to recognise, to fill our belly's for the start of the day. We are given a single glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, pots of coffee, and enough food to see us on our way before our departure time from Chefcha' to the Hotel Chems in Beni Mellal.

    It's a fairly long ride today to make our way South: If you want to get a feel for being away from Europe, and our familiar landscape, it's worth puttting up with some road miles to get away early and open your throttles to see something different. Some of this is already familiar to me but because we are on [I]adventure ride[I/] there's a new trail to take on after our first tea break of the day. It's worth trying the mint teas even if you don't like the sound of it. It's tasty, full of energy and reportedly good for digestion and keeps your dehli belly under control if you're susceptible to these sort of problems . I'm okay on this front, or back, at the moment so there won't be any tales of whoe about me in the forthcoming posts

    It takes just an hour or so of riding south from Checha' to leave the Riff Mountains behind and get down to the plains of Cherarda and Cheraga for a complete change of landscape. From here there's a much broader lanscape in view. We're still on twistly hilly roads but most of the time there's a lot of distance to the horizon. It's only we we stop in the tree lined groves that some shade is offered and we lose sight of our surroundings.


    A nice place to stop for a cigar even if it is a bit too close to the road.

    The road riding is an excellent warm-up to the day. It's an opportunity to have a look around, scrub in the bikes' new tyres and get used to the next couple of weeks' riding on the wrong side of the road. It's not that difficult most of the time because all we have to do is follow the Boss...


    Bend that bike Boss!

    The HP2's make it look easy on the road...


    No posing from Spout...

    ...giving Jono the chance to scratch his nose and have a look around.




    Dean maintains his concentration.


    Great roads if you don't fancy any of the tricky stuff.

    We need to get close to Moulay Idriss to pick up the trail for today. This is to give us a break during what is really the only long road riding day on this trip. The track is easy at first with a good surface and good going...


    The Boss...Awesome.


    Alan enjoying his KTM.

    ...but it doesn't last long. Something has happened around here. There's stuff all over the place indicating that it may have been raining heavily or the orginal road works weren't that good.

    Has this road been cleared lately? It looks likes it's just been swept over to one side if all that earth was covering the track.



    It's better here, just.




    Is this someone's house?

    There is a definitely something going on in this country but I don't know what. In just six months the earth seems to move and the roads and pistes fall apart. It wasn't long before we found the road had been washed out although easily traversible for both the bikes and the Land Cruiser but almost imediately around the next bend there was another which the car was not going to get past without risking too much.




    The first washout is near the bottom righthand corner in this picture.

    Even the dead of Moulay Idriss, as seen in the background, don't get any peace from the turmoil of living here and what has to be dealt with on a daily basis.


    Yes, they do look like graves in the foreground which have suffered the affects of flowing water. Rest in Peace.

    The support vehicle has to turn around and it's decided that the riders carry on on our own whilst the driver goes straight to Beni Mellal, or Benny Hill as some people are now callaing it, and checks into the hotel for an early afternoon nap or a visit to the bar. Hopefully there won't be any more problems further up the road because turning around is a bummer and a waste of fuel and time. It's not looking good though...





    ...but we are getting near the end of the climb where the plateaux should be less affected by running water and gravity.

    No. That didn't help then...



    ...and it's getting worse...



    ...and worse.



    There's even muddy puddles to jump through but it all adds to the fun.



    Eventually we arrive in a wood and it's decided it's a nice place to stop for a five-break to take a drink or smoke a cigar, or even a roll-up. It's a very quiet place and in the shade.


    If you look closely you should be able to see that someone seems to be having a problem with their bike.



    It's just as well it belongs to a mechanic who knows what he's doing...



    Jono's looking for a loose wire, a starter motor problem or whatever it is that's preventing his bike from starting on button. He's already bump started it once further back on that trail but now it's dead as a dodo.
    Well, it's another bump start but it's not far to the road so at least we can get going and we probably have enough fuel to get all the way without stopping. That's not a nice thought because we haven't had our lunch yet and unless we stop on a hill it will be difficult to get the mass of the bike AND Jono up to speed for a bump start.
    It only takes a little over ten minutes to get to the main via some lovely long muddy puddles. Alan reckoned it was probably first taste of mud and water, and boy did he taste it , because he has done most of his UK trail riding in the Peaks where it's mostly rocky and hadn't had the practise. It was an unannounced shallow bath his bike gave him but somewhat amusing from point of view when following him. Never mind old chap, just go for the middle next time where everybody else goes.

    Even though we weren't expecting one we soon got another break. After only a few hundred meters on the road Jono's bike stopped completely. We pushed it to a safe place in the shade next to a vineyard.


    You see, there is booze in Morocco.

    This gives Alan a moment to straighten up a few bits on his bike...



    ...and then watch some of the more optomistic loading strategies used around here.



    It's not looking good for Jono's bike and it's less good for the driver because he has to drive all the way back to our location and pick up the bike while we ride on. It's going to be taken to Benny Hill for now and if we can't fix it overnight then it's going to Casablanca for a visit to BMW. At least there's aircon in the car...


    Nice and comfortable are you?

    We've been told that the King is in Meknes for a visit and there's lots Geezers in uniform on the roads and to be careful we don't upset them. It should be fine for us because all we want to do is ride around the southern outskirts and shouldn't be going anywhere near the city center. It looks very busy up ahead and as we arive at a roundabout we are told to go back. Gaz manages to pursued them to let us take a left turn instead and eventually they agree, so we set off. We want to find a way south but we are waived past a right turn so we carry on for a while and find this...



    We want to turn right but there's no chance of that and the Police stop us again and try to turn us around.



    The Boss decides to pull over for a bit while we work out what to do or wait for whatever's going to happen around here to take place and then we can get on with our day.


    Still being directed by the Police.

    We park up and take a rest and have a look around. It's very busy with armed men in their best uniforms and people are coming in from all directions and on foot.


    The Police and the Army are watching us...

    After a while we decided to leave. We head back in the direction from which we came but pulled off the road and down a track which doesn't exactly go the way we want but at least we're moving somewhere. It turns out to be good fun in the end because we find a load more gravel, dust and muddy water...



    It takes a little while but Skygod manages to find the road which takes us on our way again. We stop for a mint and a chocolate bar for lunch but can't hang around too long because we'll end up riding in the dark. It's an iron butt day now but we can't go on forever and we stop one more time for a drink and a smoke and a stretch of our legs before one last push to the hotel.
    Oh, and for those who need to, a quick blow of your nose...


    A footballers snort...


    ...and a schoolboys sleeve.
    There you go Boss, your new avatar picture.

    As you can see above the light is going and that means we do arrive at the hotel at dusk. By the time the car and trailered bike arrives it is dark but Jono gets straight down to stripping down the bike. He reckons it a missing earth and he needs to dig deep to find it. He's missing dinner to do this job but we order for him, he eats and then gets back to it. Will he find the fault tonight?

    One more thing, it wasn't the King in Meknes unless he's aged alot recently because we saw the dignitary visiting Meknes on the TV and he looked like a bag-woman on Shaftsbury Avenue.

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    Nice work Paul, keep it coming!

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    Quote Originally Posted by SkyGod View Post
    Nice work Paul, keep it coming!
    I'm gonna buy you a box of bloody Kleenex ......

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    Quote Originally Posted by Duchess View Post
    I'm gonna buy you a box of bloody Kleenex ......
    Ha!
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    Great report and pics. cant wait for the next bit

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    Well there's not much more I can add to Paul's report of Day 2.

    Keep away from the sloppy cheese at breakfast!

    There was a section of that badly eroded road only 50 yards after the first washout that was nearly a show stopper. There were signs that phut phuts (assorted scooters etc) and donkeys has passed the collapse, so in true trials style the section was walked and mulled over. It was going to be tight (especially for the BMWs) with the route up against a vertical bank on the left and an unpleasant drop to the right.

    It was decided to place “assisters” by the drop to (attempt to!) catch anyone failing trying to get passed the bank. But there wasn’t much to stand on, so any assistance would only be psychological!

    All managed safely enough.
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    Paul also forgot to mention that Gary rode over a cow a little further up the trail.

    A lizard also lost its tail. Not a good day for Moroccan wildlife!
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    I also believe that karma caused Jono's bike to fail.

    As I followed him on the last stretch of piste he managed to soak a couple of occupants of a pick up he was overtaking by a puddle, timing his pass to perfection.

    I apologised for him as I passed them – they didn’t look amused. Waiting for Alan to sort himself out after his drop I had the opportunity to apologise again for Jono as the pick-up trundled by – they still weren’t smiling!

    It was only a few miles before his bike finally conked out.

    Jono (filming) lining himself up with the puddle:
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    I also believe that karma caused Jono's bike to fail.



    no
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    it was out of my hands

    new shaft fitted to day and new coil sticks
    just mot and tax

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    Day3 02/10/2012: All Together Now...

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    Paul also forgot to mention that Gary rode over a cow a little further up the trail.
    I reckon he wanted it unconsious for his own personal gratification.

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    I also believe that karma caused Jono's bike to fail.

    As I followed him on the last stretch of piste he managed to soak a couple of occupants of a pick up he was overtaking by a puddle, timing his pass to perfection.

    I apologised for him as I passed them – they didn’t look amused. Waiting for Alan to sort himself out after his drop I had the opportunity to apologise again for Jono as the pick-up trundled by – they still weren’t smiling!

    It was only a few miles before his bike finally conked out.

    Jono (filming) lining himself up with the puddle:
    He's a very naughty boy!

    Some of the locals were enjoying themselves watching us splash our way through that trail but it's not good upsetting anyone. Imagine what would have happened if we did that in the High Peaks.

    So what happened?

    When you have your engine cases powder coated don't forget to clean up the earth strap mounting flange when you rebuild the bike to ensure a good Ground return connection for the electrical circuits.
    Jono certainly put in the work last night to find out why his bike wouldn't start and even refused the help on offer to deal with it himself. He spent several hours, with a brief meal break, to dig down to the top of his engine casings, scrape away some of the powder coating, and reassemble it all again to create a functioning HP2 once again. Once finished he did take a bit of time to sit with a few of us and have a beer before declaring that he was knackered and went to his room to tuck Dean into bed. This morning we dragged his bike off the trailer and we all set off together again.



    It is a fairly relaxed start to the day at 09:00hrs because all we have to do is get to Marrakech. It would be easy by taking the fast road straight there and we'd be having our mint tea's for elevenses if we were swinging the lead but this not why we are here. We're going to have a little look at the lower slopes of the Moyen (Middle) Atlas mountains before a fun run into the old city and it doesn't take long to get there from Beni Mellal. Our first stop is part way up the steeply rising slopes of the long mountain range.


    The electromagnetic radition from the power cables has had no long term affects as far as we can tell.

    The road to this layby is typically Moroccan with lots of switchbacks, long seeping bends and short straights typical of Alpine style roads elsewhere.


    Dean's HeadCam again.

    The climb to this place periodically opens up the views to the lowland, from where we have come, bit it's only when we stop that we can find the time to take it all in and capture a few images to show our friends, and you lot here...


    Somewhere below is Afourer and Beni Mellal.




    Alan captures the mid-morning mist, or dust, perfectly.

    After half a cigar we're back on the road upwards and further into the mountains but before too long I'm at the side of the road again with Alan whilst watching the head of the group disappear into the distance. Alan's had a problem with his jacket and needs to stop to make some adjustments which forces MrIfan do stop behind us and get his camera out...


    Body armour alone is the way to go at this time of year.
    PS. You must wear trousers.


    "Right, come on Al, let's catch up". They can't be that far ahead, and they are not. Alan and I manage to catch up Jono, who has waited for us, and soon we find our next layby-stop for a vista to behold and take some more pictures. The trouble is it's on a dangerous bend and there's a lot of traffic in our way. Some of us overshoot the opportunity to turn left and park up so, we take the safer option of riding on for a few meters more to pull a U-Turn and make a safer exit from the main carriageway.
    Pulling off the road onto a gravel layby is usually done without any drama's for most but there's always one who makes it more difficult that it should be. There's an HP2 which manages to find the only rut to ride in for a 1000m which decides it's had enough and lies down on it's side: Guess which one?








    Take a bow... Well done.

    Even thought Jono has given us all a laugh this morning there's another distraction which occupies our short stay here: It's the view.
    We've stopped at the best point of view for the Bin-el-Ouidane reservoir after having ridden over its dam, through a tunnel and up the roads of the hills which supply its water. The artificial lake holds stunning aquamarine blue water and a few moments to recall in my mind for days to come. The photographs taken here do not in any way represent the beauty of the view and it's only for those who follow the green routes of the Michelin Maps who find these places when looking for them.

    No matter how overwhelming some things are, occasionally there are other priorities which have to be dealt with...


    This is becoming an increasingly regular sight to the rest of the group.

    ...although having one of these bikes does provide a element of defense from having the piss taken too much.


    The Boss is actually suffering from an over inflated bladder.

    The actuality is that we've arrived here for a five break after a several kilometers of fantastic riding but it's cameras out for everyone in an attempt to capture the view...


    The real view.

    We were all asked to present ourselves, with a bike, for a sensible picture of all the riders with a worthy backdrop behind us...


    Rudiemoto, Skygod, Spout, Alan, Dean and me.

    ...but sensible doesn't last long around here though.


    A big thanks to the original Tosser's Pointing Crew.

    Just one more thing before we move on from here and that is to verify that Jono's HP2, with its KTM'esq fairing, survived its' tumble and will be with us for the remainder of the day.



    It has to be back on the road from here towards Marrakech. It's a new road this time for most of us, which is just as enjoyable as the ride to the reservoir, and will take us to our lunch stop at a place I'm sure I have seen before.
    We stop for fuel, a toilet break and our lunch at one of those multifunctional service stations to be found in Morocco (without the £3 pint of coffee). There's a cafe with food, a truck-wash, and of course sans plomb for our bikes. There's nothing to be seen across all horizons except this place and it makes you wonder what life must be like looking after all of the travellers who stop here. I've said it before: "If you didn't have to do it somebody else would and no doubt make a decent living in this near desert location supplying those who arrive here." There's nothing for miles around here but they can still provide us with a decent meal in the middle of the day.


    That's Ian's...All to himself.

    We get the Tagine's with chili's...


    Wake up you two!

    We're not alone here. In Morocco there are many opportunities to see some new wildlife and even the simple things like butterflies in October...


    Nice job MrIfan: All of your butterfly snaps were worth posting here.

    After we had dined we were back on the road and off to a place we found last time for a little bit of fun and to break up the road ride. It's a small stream bed leading to a river by the side of our road to Marrakech. It's rocky and sandy with sloping sides which make's it difficult to turn around at the bushy end; just ask the Boss.

    We assemble by the footballing goal and yes, there's only one and no pitch. In fact it's even not remotely flat and those who's who play that game wouldn't dare perform a sliding tackle on the stoney ground.


    Smoking is not allowed in the penalty box.

    That's the start point up there and there's a small trail to ride down to the river bank. You turn right quite quickly before you have to plough your way through the muddy beach and ruin your trousers.

    The Boss takes the lead and is followed by Spout, Alan and then me.


    Spout leads on the way back because he doesn't have to pick his bike up!


    The easier way out.


    The more challenging route.


    KTM Power...


    The Lazy Yamaha.

    This is the first rocky trail we've taken so far and even though they're not too big they still give the riders something to think about on the sandy surface. It's quite easy to get a wobble on find yourself fighting the handlebars to get a sweat on.


    This pair are on the way out but, come in from the left behind the post and brick building then swing it to the right.

    Jono and Dean bring up the rear giving the rest of us a roosting show to watch.


    Rudiemoto and Dean playing together.


    Jono's HP2 has a lot going for it but sometimes a big bike just makes its own path allowing Dean's agile KTM 640ADV a simple pass.

    I'm going to have to go and have a look in this cave one day. I don't expect to find anything but having seen it again in this picture I'm starting to get curious and wonder if there really is anything too see.


    The Cave: Is it just a dug-out for shade and weather protection?

    After our playtime we crack on towards the Big City but not before we try another piste in the middle of the afternoon which is supposed to take us to the outskirts of Marrakech. It's a good start into the hills, slightly north of Timinoutine, with an easy track but this turns into a wadi crossing at one point which is quite deep and full of sand. After negotiating this we carry on riding up, it seems to always be up in this country, until we arrive at the edge of an unexpected village. It doesn't look right to ride into this place so we stop and have a look around. There's no indication on the surrounding landscape of which way we should go to avoid disturbing the village's community: It's the village route, the hillside full of sheep or turn around. Awesome Skygod decides to go and have a look in the village and leaves us to our bonus five-break. We smoke, drink water, look at our bikes and give the shepherd a bottle of water. This guy is sat on the hillside in the baking sun watching his flock and has nothing with him. No food, no water and he's not even wearing a hat, he's just sat there taking in the day and looking at his sheep which are searching the gaps between the rocks for something green to eat. I still think we should have given him more water to see him through the rest of the day. Look at this sky. Just a single cloud and it's getting hot, even in October...


    I don't know why but Dean feels the need to check his phone.



    Spout adopts an increasingly familiar pose.


    I can't look anymore...


    Jono proves that there's not enough water in a 3L aquapack for the day around here.


    The AirCon in here helps keep you cool.

    Well, we have to turn back from this place and go back across the wadi and down the hill for a while before turning to find something better than the roads. We find that for a while if being wedged into a carts' width track lined with stone walls is better than a twisty road. It's not uninteresting in any way but there are donkeys being walking along these tracks and women (it always seems to be womens work) loaded with whatever those twiggy bushes which seem so important to many places in Morocco. Is it kindling or herbs? I wish I knew but it's fair to say that alot of it get moved by whatever means possible (Maybe Tim Cullis knows?).

    Once we'd fought our way out of there it was a ride along what looks like the canal into or around Marrakech. It may just be a protected river because there doesn't seem to be any traffic on it and it doesn't look very clean so fallling in there isn't an option.

    Well, there's just a couple of shots for today which I could find to use and they are from our evening out in Marrakech and taken before, or after, our Indian curry meal in a roof top restaurant looking over the city.


    It's a shame about the focus and movement...


    There's lots of tat sellers in Marrakech.

    Pherhaps I'll come back here in 2013 to have a proper look around but for now it's only for tonight because tomorrow we'll be on our way in the morning where we will be heading further south for another change of scenery.

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    Memories of Marrakech?

    Well I'll not forget the banjo player with a live chicken on his head (or was it a chicken with a banjo player stuck in its arse?), the shops with rows of children hung by nooses round their necks (on closer inspection were very life like tailors dummies) and the crazy taxi ride back to the hotel (the little Fiat squeezing through gaps I'd think twice about on the HP!).

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    Day 4 Marrakesh to Taliouine

    I suppose I'd better start the write up for Day 4. Paul's XT had been using oil at an alarming rate, so he headed off into town to search for some liquid gold and left the rest of us to go on ahead.

    There was the usual craziness of moroccan traffic on the run out of Marrakesh (including a white horse wandering up the central reservation) but we were soon on quieter roads, and turned off onto a lovely wide smooth piste heading for the hills and were soon up to top gear speeds. There wasn’t too much dust and it was a joy to feel the cooling breeze that speed produced. Gradually a strange mound appeared on our left:
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