So I think today was my fear day. We went through the Dades Gorge, the sheer drop on my left was excruciating, I should have told someone a bit more vocally about my fear of heights....
Notwithstanding the fear I dropped the bike in the mud as well, what a twat, front end went on me, didn't stand a chance but to be honest I was elated about finally dropping the bike, good to get it over and done with....
This is how you sort of do it:
So's this....
This is not cool.....
We also had a mental river crossing, poor Farm Boy (Chris) thought he had bust his leg getting it trapped between his pannier and the rocks as he crossed the water, bloody kids throwing boulders in the crossing.....
Pete was raging when Chris left him (the hills echoed to the sound of a made Pole swearing uncontrollably, we came upon Pete looking glum not sure how to do the crossing, in the end he did it with some style....
I seem to recollect something about a mad shepherd's dog trying to chew my leg off, I exagerate, but the point is made, Mr Ifan needed to push me out of the big hole the bike went down when I lost my line, all those flexing muscles, enough to make a girl swoon....
There was also a bit of fun at 9,760 feet, Mr Ifan got the truck stuck in the ice, apparently he thought he could do it without the diff locks on, turned out he couldn't, so Fanum was right....
Our hotel tonight is outstanding, far too classy for the likes of us, I am now stinking like fury, covered in red mud, haven't washed my Knox T shirt that has been on my back for 11 days, I'm loving it, in true cowboy style I shower with my boots on, they're a bit dirty....
Speggo tinkers with his bike.....
the view from the hotel
That night, Fanum and I spend some time classifying the different types of Moroccan child we've seen, so here you go pop-pickers...
waving kid
cartwheeling kid
running furiously kid
1 Dirham kid
V sign kid
Fingers in the Ear kid
motorbike handle bars kid
suicide kid
old fashioned british army saluting kid (has Whatton been nearby?)
A time to chill, it's been an intense and mixed day, laughter rings in my head as I think about what Fanum said to me earlier in the day, "your entry was a bit butch".....well I do like to please.....
I am so impressed with my bike on the stoney stepped descent, it just smashes it's way through the rocks.... In fact, I'm impressed with my bike period....
When we hit the valley floor something clicks, I think I may just be starting to get the hang of this off roading malarky, I speed up, the back end bounces and slides all over the place, today is a good day.....
Poor Speggo got himself stuck in the sand today, the man's a menace, mercifully I'm not trying to pull the machine out....
We stop for lunch in Nickheb, a bustling little town, quite interesting
When we make Zagora it's off to Mohammed's, Fanum's bike has a hole in the radiator, Bob's bike needs a bit of panel beating done to it and Paul's KTM is having problems with it's Shocks....
Whilst bikes get fixed I chat with the kids, soon my bike becomes a climbing frame....
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In fact, I'm impressed with my bike period....
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