kimangao
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It is a tough ride out of that rocky labyrinth and we're appreciating any kind of refreshment.
Back on track we're climbing higher and higher into the heart of the Atlas mountains.
We're taking a lot of brakes to inhale this magnificent scenery. It's in places like this where the importance of almost everything degenerates into insignificance.
Can you see the bike on the trail?
It's also in places like this where you think you're completely alone but soon you'll find out you aren't. Here we're meeting a sheperd who came running down the hill as he heard the bikes approaching. Remi knows some Berber and Arabic and he finds out that the guy is in need of some petrol. But we don't know what he needs it for. There's no moped, nothing around...
He pulls out a tiny piece of cloth and dips it into Thomas' fuel tank. Then he takes the moistured cloth and ...
... puts it into his mouth! 1 He probably has an infection or any kind of teeth problem. So Remi asks him to let him inspect his mouth and check if we're having something more appropriate than fuel to cure whatever is there. But he refuses and as fast as he has arrived he runs back up the hill where he has come from...
Significant to the Atlas are the bare mountains and green valleys. It's there where creeks and rivers form lifelines in a deserted countryside.
Now this is one of my most beloved shots of the time in Morocco. To me it says everything about travelling. A vast and inspirational landscape, nearly deserted with a few signs of life, tires blow dust into the air and two buddies ride along knowing that whatever they do they can rely on each other.
Sun is setting and we're speeding up to reach todays destination: Imilchil.
See you there
Dirk
Back on track we're climbing higher and higher into the heart of the Atlas mountains.
We're taking a lot of brakes to inhale this magnificent scenery. It's in places like this where the importance of almost everything degenerates into insignificance.
Can you see the bike on the trail?
It's also in places like this where you think you're completely alone but soon you'll find out you aren't. Here we're meeting a sheperd who came running down the hill as he heard the bikes approaching. Remi knows some Berber and Arabic and he finds out that the guy is in need of some petrol. But we don't know what he needs it for. There's no moped, nothing around...
He pulls out a tiny piece of cloth and dips it into Thomas' fuel tank. Then he takes the moistured cloth and ...
... puts it into his mouth! 1 He probably has an infection or any kind of teeth problem. So Remi asks him to let him inspect his mouth and check if we're having something more appropriate than fuel to cure whatever is there. But he refuses and as fast as he has arrived he runs back up the hill where he has come from...
Significant to the Atlas are the bare mountains and green valleys. It's there where creeks and rivers form lifelines in a deserted countryside.
Now this is one of my most beloved shots of the time in Morocco. To me it says everything about travelling. A vast and inspirational landscape, nearly deserted with a few signs of life, tires blow dust into the air and two buddies ride along knowing that whatever they do they can rely on each other.
Sun is setting and we're speeding up to reach todays destination: Imilchil.
See you there
Dirk