14 days in morocco dec 2009

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you certainly do my freind sorry for the swearing
ive lived in the NE most of my life but now live in portugal :)5 years and counting
 
Day 7
03/01/2010
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The day started early with ian working on his bike, again. Myself and lubo made breakfast, porridge (starting to dislike porridge).

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This was the chap who gave lubo his nick name ALLY BARBER, he also has another Moroccan name, I’m sure he will tell us, he has it written down.
The sun was up and 3 vans that had pulled onto the camp site the night before started to unload junk, for want of a better word. I jokingly said oh it’s a car boot sale, well within the hour the place filled with Moroccans, buying anything and everything. Apparently they were a couple of German chaps and every now and then they would turn up, they must fill the van with junk and drive down, selling their goods on the way.
We slowly loaded the bikes, ian had given up and decided if he ran the bike at around 3000/4000 rpm it stopped backfiring, so that was the plan, just ride and maybe have another go at the next stop.
Our next stop was a small place ian had stoped 2 years before. They do have a name but it’s been 4 weeks + now and the memory is starting to fade!
Great place right next to the dunes, it was aprox 100k, all road and with the bike running the way it was, we decided to just have an easy day on the road, get to the desert early and hopefully have a play in the sand .

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On route, picture taken for my other forum, as some may know, I ride with Portuguese off road and the group is called the NOMADS, hence the reason for the photo op.

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We hit the road around 10.30am, maybe 11am and headed south towards ERFOUD. Following the course of the river, when I missed a great pic opportunity, the river had cut a deep valley and on passing a break in the rocks, you got a great view of palm trees in the bottom of the canyon, short glimpse, too fast to stop, so we pulled over at the next available opportunity for a photo shoot.

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This is where I meet this nice chap, offered me 2 camels for my bike!! We chatted and he tried to suggest a nice place to stay.
 
Just outside MERZOUGA, happened to be the same place he said his brother worked there, or cousin, I think they are all related.
Time was getting on and ian’s bike got no better, we pressed on, stopped in ERFOUD for coffee and fuel. Ian did not fill up until we got near RISSANI, but after trying 3 fuel stations and they were all out of fuel, he decided to head off back about 20k to the last place we stopped and got fuel. This gave myself and lubo time to play with the camera, this shot did not turn out the way it was supposed to but here it is anyway. There was a beautiful arch and I wanted lubo to catch me riding through it:

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I think the last 2 are the best.
Back to it and not long later, about 15mins, ian returned with a full tank off fuel. Ian had an idea about a 2 day off road route he had found in one of his books and I think he had crossed it the last time he was in morocco. Now this started going round in my head. I will say I do like things to go easy and never take really bad risk’s, infact, I do like to plan ahead and this idea started to bug me. Riding along heading to the dunes, it kept niggling at me, how possibly stupid this could be. Ian’s bike not being 100% and lubo already having had about 3 crashes, all off road. I would probably be ok and I’m sure ian could ride it in a heartbeat, but things just weren’t adding up and later that night something would be said, (this would be the one and only time we all disagreed), but for now the sand awaited us.
We arrived around 5.30pm, again the journey took longer than we had anticipated. The others were really keen to play in the sand, but first the room. The owner showed us 3 or 4 rooms and ian and me haggled a price whilst lubo did his david baley bit in the car park. I think we settled for one room, 3 beds, shower, loo ect, evening meal and breakfast for 450 dirhams, that’s 45 euro’s =15 euro each bargain!!
We asked about keeping bikes safe and they allowed us to bring them inside. Cool!

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We started to unpack and the owner brought us mint tea and we sat chatting whilst filling in the forms.

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The sun starting to set and the owner said that the dunes looked great in the setting sun, we should go take pics. lubo and ian had other ideas, they grabbed their helmets and keys and were off to play in the sand lol.
I was shown the steps up to the roof and as they went to play I went for the pics.

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I think that’s lubo in the middle of the shot, pics were not good, I think I needed to join them in the sand.
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I jogged over, I really didn’t fancy the sand. I was chicken! I think every time I’ve ridden in sand, I hurt my self.
There, I have admitted it!!

Anyway, lubo fell off and broke his side stand spring mount so the side stand flopped. ian had a bungie on his seat, quick fix, job done.

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But unbeknown to us, ian’s seat catch was bust and in turn, this held down his snorkel. Snorkel moved and covered the intake, this ended up with the black smoke. Up untill this point ian had been going great, he really was at home in the sand and I think the high revving engine really helped.
Back to lubo, who, within 5 mins, had really got the hang of the sand.

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The sun had set and we raced back to the room, a hot shower awaited us. Guess who was first? Ahhh!! it was great, a real bathroom!!
 
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After a great shower and shave, time to chose who got which beds. There were 3, one double, one single and a small temp bed. Heads or tails should sort this out!!!

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Guess which bed I got !! 6 foot tall grrrrrrrr!!!!

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It might have been small, but a real bed, after 7 days riding, I just wanted to sleep, but no sleep. Next we had food and as soon as we had all showered we popped into the main room where 2 other groups were eating. Tea was a traditional moroccan tagine, very nice but can not remember what was in it lol. Chicken and potatoes I think!!

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We drank (coke) and chatted over coffee and I aired my concerns about the next day 200k off road 2 days we would not make it taking our last 3 attempts into consideration ians bike and lubo’s lack of experience NOW PLEASE DON’T THINK BAD OFF ME THIS WAS LUBO’S FIRST TIME EVER AND HE WAS GETTING BETTER EACH DAY but he was slow and he will admit this, I just wanted us all to be safe and to experience as much as we could without pushing it ,and the fact it really tuck us away from a few sites I really wanted to see. I suggested we split, I would go buy road and meet them in two days time in ZAGORA 200k off road as crow flies. Lubo said he would ride with me now this left ian alone off road BAD IDEA nearly as bad as sleeping in a dry river bed so ian agreed we would head off and see some sites

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Shortly after we headed back to the room read a book and hunted the gps and maps for possible route’s for the next few days I finally fell asleep in my soft warm bed with a smile every thing was good
 
Day 8
04/01/2010
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B4 we start I will just say the reports will be shorter, as you might have guessed, towards the end of the ride, you tend to ride more, stop less and forget the camera.

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This day I woke and with a clear head decided that ians idea of the 2 day off road trip he had suggested wasnt really a bad idea, we had come this far, so why no go for it, maybe it was the real night sleep in a real bed, who knows?
We had breakfast and packed the bags, then the bikes.

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Time was marching on and myself and lubo needed extra fuel again. The clock was ticking and around 11am lubo went off with a boy from the hotel to get fuel. When he came back ian and myself were ready, I had already had the bike running earlier, but this time when I went to start it, she just wouldn’t fire (finally my turn!) A few men from the hotel tried to bump start me, no go, ian grabbed his tow rope and we dragged the bike up and down the dirt road, SHE DID NOT want to start. About the 5th time she spluttered and died AGAIN!! I shouted this time she kicked into life FEW!
We followed lubo to the fuel station and filed the extra cans and grabbed 9ltrs of water, just incase. Then we headed south, following ian, looking for the entrance to the pass or small road leading to I don’t know where.
This is where things get a little hazy, I have no pic’s but do have video’s.
After riding a short distance south, we hit a sand storm. The wind was wild and the sand blowing across the road, this was not good. I started to doubt myself, why did I change my mind!!
Ian couldn’t find the start of his track and when he stopped, we looked around and both agreed this was a bad idea.
Back to plan A, head north, off road, in the sand, the idea being - stick close to the road we had just come along but have some fun.
10mins in the fun stopped for me. I stupidly hit a sand bank, I had sat down on the seat with my legs out (lack of confidence in sand) and caught my leg. The bike came down hard, my leg was trapped backwards between the floor and panniers. I won’t repeat what I shouted but lubo heard and came to the rescue. I was stuck under the bike thinking, shit, have I bust my leg? I couldn’t move it, so tried to dig it out. By this time lubo had dropped his bike and ran to my rescue. MY HERO!! I sat down to get my breath and then stood up, yes it hurts, but shit, I’ve got to ride. 2 ibuprofen and pick the bike up. I told the guys I would get back to the road and ride slowly, whilst they played in the sand. (4 or 5 weeks on, leg still hurts, maybe I should have gone to docs??!!
Now I had time to play with the onboard video, so sit back and enjoy the only footage of lubo and ian in action, in the sand, on a very windy day, in the south of morocco.

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After playing in the sand we headed north back the way we had come, all the way back to ERFUOD, then heading west along the R702, plans to stop at a couple of sights on the way got shelved, as time once again had beaten us and the sun was setting.

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Lubo doing his thing

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The time was 5.30ish and still a long way to camp site. We rode on for another 2 or 3hrs, late into the night, when we came across a camp site. It was time to stop. Cold, hungry and ready for bed, the wind had picked up again, so we pitched the tents as close together and up against a wall. We were low on food, so lubo rustled something up from nothing and we tucked in. Earlier, when we booked into the camp site, we met an Italian chap on an early bmw. He was heading the way we had just come and had come the way we were going, so we spent a little time chatting and swapping gps and map coordinates. He did say that the pass we intended crossing was forecast for snow on and around the 6th. This meant we really had to change plans again and cross the mountains tomorrow all in one day, this could be a long ride.
I was first in bed, leg hurting bad, so ibuprofen tablets and some ibuprofen gell, pressure bandage and wrap up warm, laying in bed, listening to the wind howl, finally dropping asleep, dreaming of what had passed and what was to come.

Day 9
05/01/2010

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Finally got ian up early, the wind had dropped in the night and it was a lovely morning, FOR NOW!!
Plans had changed and we were about to head off up the todra gorge - north, crossing the high atlas in one go as snow was expected, sometime in the next 48hrs. Chatting to the Italian before we left and sending him on his way. We watched as he turned left out of the camp site, back the way he had come the night before. OOPS!! I wonder how long it would take him to turn around? About 30 mins ish DOH.

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CAMP SITE IN THE DAY LIGHT, maybe we could have rode a little more but what do you expect for 3 euro a night.

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Eat, drink coffee, pack bags and on our way again. We had this down to a fine art now. Time to head off up the gorge, one of the sites I had hope to see. The road into the gorge was laden with shops and tourist things, 3 or 4 camp sites and nice views.

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Stopping at the mouth of the gorge, lubo had forgot to tie one off his straps and it decided to rap its self around the rear disc brake, out came the trusty pocket knife, performed some intricate surgery, this gave me time to attach my camera.

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Riding the gorge was great, time for some fun, passing stalls selling tat on the way and heading through villages at the far end, before climbing out the gorge, higher and higher, colder and colder, stopping to don the warmer cloths and wrap up.

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Stunning but cold.

The road seemed to be endless, village after village. We looked for somewhere for food, finally stopping on the road side around 3.30 for lunch. The owner sent a boy out to get fire wood and he lit the stove for us to get warm, coffee and tarjine for lunch, a warm by the fire and then off into the cold again.

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Further north we traveled, the views got greener and greener, more trees and bushes, twisty roads, great stuff, until the rain started, around 6pm, time to dig out the water proofs, first time this trip.

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The villages got a little bigger but nowhere to stop, we kept looking, rain falling harder and harder, checking the gps. Two possible places pop up, a camp site and a hotel, so we ride on. The roads got worse, muddy, wet, slippery, slower and slower I rode, everything you hate to do on knobbly tyres, wetter and wetter, it was shit. Entering a town I headed off to find the camp site, CLOSED!! Now it’s raining harder and we need a hotel. lubo stops and befriends a girl in a sweet shop, she suggests a hotel near buy, we send ian. 10 mins later, “no room, we are full” (I think they did not want 3 dirty wet bikers) How could a hotel in the middle of nowhere, in a small town, be full!!??!! We sat chatting to the girl in the shop, she tried phoning local hostels, no room, bed and breakfasts, only 1 bed available. This was dire!! We had at least another 50k to the next town and it was still raining.
Then, as in all good fairytales, her cousin popped in and said we could stay with him and his mother in their house!! Well the chance to visit a real morocco family and a dry house was too much, off we went. The only way into their yard was up a mud bank and 2 steps through a door, bit of a struggle in the rain. We had to lift the bikes and ride at same time, while being quiet, trying not to disturb the neighbours.
I smashed my rear indicator off, oh well!
We unloaded our bags in the rain and entered the house. It was a big house, but it had fallen into disarray (I don’t want to sound bad about this bit) they were great people and the shared what they had, we were made to feel real welcome, the girl from the shop (Moudni) came she translated for us. The mother made up 3 beds in a spare room and we dumped all our wet stuff in another spare room.

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Then the normal herb tea (herb tea in the winter, mint tea in the summer) and soup for supper, with dates as a side dish. Strange, but was great.

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We chatted for ages and I kept sneaking her son cigs, he never smoked in front of his mother, just like most 16 year olds lol.
They made our beds, the women really looked after us. I would imagine it’s their way they look after their men. We offered to help, clear tables, etc. Wow!! The look on their faces! Ok, we will sit and talk then.

They brought more blankets for us, it was nice and warm in bed. We were told they wanted to leave early, around 8am, as they had somewhere to go. Not a problem, we would be up and gone by then. After asking loads of questions about their life, we asked about her husband, big picture on the wall, turns out he was chief of police, but had been killed. I’m sure she said in some war, but I might be mistaken. Later around 11 ish, we said our good nights and the lights went out. Went to the loo, hole in the ground again!!
I’LL NEVER GET USED TO SQUATING
and it was murder on my bad leg, a disabled hand rail would have come in handy at this point. We laid chatting and the son popped back for one last smoke, he brought some Moroccan special tobacco!! For medicinal purposes only!! (my leg)
We laughed, 8 days in and our first real taste of MOROCCO (black that is).
Lights out and time to sleep.
Night night
 
Day 10
06/01/2010


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We were woken early by my alarm 7am
It was time to get up, rain still falling, but only light. Up, dressed, washed and start to pack, as the son poked his head around the corner “morning”, his first and only English, must have practiced all night, then the mother entered with food, very much like crapes or pancakes, with an oil side dressing, hmmmm, dumped the oil, we had some marmalade, washed down with more herb tea.

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Just picture, 3 strange men who don’t speak your language, all with expensive bikes, cameras, mobile phones, gps, you name it, piss wet through, come into your house and take it over, leave wet things everywhere, then you feed them, make their beds and give them breakfast, not understanding a word they say!!
Now that’s good people, they really put themselves out for us.
We packed our bags and said thanks, we had arranged the night before between ourselves to pay for every thing.
Saying our goodbyes, we gave them 300 dirhams, about 30 euro, she was over the moon. I think that was about a month’s wages for her. Lubo gave her son a smart t-shirt (needed washing) lol!!
And it was time to go.
The plan, ride north, find a hotel with beer and a nice hot shower, not alot to ask!?!
Cold wind, tired, heading home. The sinking feeling, it was nearly over. We rode, not stopping much, some very cool roads, loads of twisty tarmac, helped brighten our day (and truthfully I’m running out of things to say, I can’t remember now.)
I remember thinking, time for a smoke and pulled over.

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I think you can tell from these pic’s how low we all were.

We kept heading north ish, maybe northeast, to the coast, looking for a town somewhere with life.
And the first real town we got close to was RABAT, but we decided it was too early to stop, so, on we rode. I think this was the point where we picked up the A1, a toll road, oops. Another hr or so and we pulled off, heading into a town called KENITRA. What a mistake! It was bedlam!! Must have been rush hour, one way systems and every one had a horn. We kept loosing sight of each other. I used the pavement and zebra crossing the wrong way to get past the cars. Lubo rode through a Mercedes garage and squeezed through 2 new merc’s lol. The owner crapped himself, shouting at lubo. Ian was nowhere to be seen. We just hit the horn’s and went up the middle, making people move. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! Let’s get the hell out of doge!! Stopping on the outskirts, ian spotted a hotel, very posh and rather more than we wanted to pay, pool and everything but, ce la vie.

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Back on the road again. Time wait’s for no man and nor the open road, A1 again, straight flat and fast. Sun setting, dark again, rain, cold, hmmmmm maybe we should have stopped at that hotel.
Cruising in the dark, bored, I played with the satnav, 100k to the nearest town, PFFFFFFFF!! This was the pits again, tried slipstreaming a wagon, but no good, too turbulent, so dropped back and just followed the lights. I had left ian and lubo far behind, I just wanted to get there, laying on the tank, listing to the engine at 110k, she sounded good, 120k still sweet, hmmmm, faster, faster, 130k, still good, shall I push it? We are nearly home, 140k, this was a little too fast maybe. Best slow down, don’t want to break the bike yet. Back to 120k, that’s a good speed for me. Stopping at a toll booth, I waited for the guys. Then we rode together into LARACHE. Heading for the center, keeping our eyes open for a hotel. What a lovely small town, people everywhere in coffee shops and restaurants. A large square with couples and family’s, sat chatting, music playing, cool place. Ian read his guide book, apparently there were 2 or 3 nice good priced hotels. We parked the bikes and ian was gone, hunting down a bargain with parking or security for the bikes. I wondered off to find cigarettes and lubo sat on his bike, it wouldn’t stay upright lol!!

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Go on lubo, let go please!

I grabbed us a coffee and we waited for ian. Not long and he was back, 2 hotels, one for 50 dirhams a night and one for a 100 hmmmm, £5 or £10? He said the £5 one smelled a little and had a shared bathroom and the £10 one had on suite, shower, aircon and tv, SOLD.
Sorry, them prices were per person, also, for a small fee, a guard would watch the bikes all night as they had to be parked outside on the walk way, cool. Let’s get showered and out for a drink.

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Gear all laid out trying to dry it, we all showered and got our glad rags on (the only thing that did not smell!)
I opened the window and it was raining hard again, so out came the waterproofs. We asked at the desk for a nice place to eat and somewhere to get a beer, she pointed us in the right direction and we left. The rain got harder, the streets were dead!! Everyone was closing up, just our luck.
But we had beer

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A couple of drinks later and off for food. Me and ian had a mixed fish dish and lubo had chicken, then back to the hotel to sleep.
Last night before we hit Europe, now the end was in sight.
 
Day 11
Homeward bound
07/01/2010

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A short 100k stretch would see our trip over, finishing 2 days early, well, we were sick of the rain.
Up early for me, I sneaked out around 6.30am for a smoke and a coffee, poking me head out the hotel door to see if the bikes were still there.
I found a coffee shop next door, I order a coffee, every one stares at me, oh well, its normal now. The coffee comes, sitting there watching the rain run down the window, I feel sad that its nearly over. Watching the Morocco news, hoping for a weather report with pictures. I ask the waiter, rain today? He looks blankly, hm, I point to the sky and make rain drops with my fingers, he nods, oh well, looks like we in for another wet one!!
The guys are still sleeping, I wonder around the square. I’m alone, it’s too early, only the street sweepers are out. Back to the coffee shop for another drink. Just as I order lubo walks in, I can always rely on lubo to be my morning coffee and smoke partner.
11 days we have been together and it was nearly over, only half a day left. Soon ian walks in, more coffee. We talk about the day ahead, ride to CEUTA, catch the ferry and then split up, ride 5 hrs + home for me. If we can get to Europe early, I can be in Portugal before the sun sets.
No pic’s, just riding in the rain. Time passes slowly, uneventful. Arriving in a small town, just before the border crossing, we stop for lunch. I adjust my chain, it’s about dead. We never oiled them much and now I’m paying for it. Ian’s rear sprocket is about dead, he is border line off losing his chain, mine makes loud clicking noises.
We eat and then the boys get a take away for their trip home. I spend my last few dirham’s and give the rest to a small boy with a dog who had sat all lunch time watching us, making his dog do tricks. Back on the road, we head to the border crossing where, within a few yards, we are accosted by ticket touts. I lose ian and lubo, a man runs up and says your amigo’s are here, they are filling out forms. I’m losing my cool, they do your head in, “come on guys, we got it covered, we don’t need them, do it ourselves.” A Moroccan comes to me with a form, I take the form and say “no money, sorry, you can help for free, no dinero! I gave mine to a small boy with a dog, no money go away. Ian, lubo come on we’re off “ and I ride, leaving them to decide. I’m not paying again, we don’t need them. I ride into the border crossing, past all the waiting cars, a policeman waves us through, we park then fill in the forms the man gave us. Me and lubo head of for the office to get them stamped, then back to the bikes and ride through the line of cars ,right to the front, park up and walk to the bike export section. 5min’s, 2 stamps. Police look at bikes and papers and we are through, easy! 5k more but before the ferry, I want tobacco, 2 euro a pouch. I buy all she has at the shop, only got 5, oh well. Next fuel, it’s cheap, 80 cent a ltr, cool, fill it to the brim. Next, ferry. More papers and sniffer dogs, we get waved through and can see the ferry, so close now I can smell Europe. We board, help tie up the bikes and head to the lounge.

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Not much is said, 4.50pm, where did the time go? Now do I ride all night or book into a b&b? Well I have 30mins to decide. I take off my boots, my feet are wet. I head to the loo to find a hand warmer to dry my over socks. Back at the table the mood is somber, it’s really over and you guy’s have a 3 hr ride to the trailer. I had got a weather update from the wife and they had snow on their return route. I had a chance of rain and +1 deg, time to wrap up again. The ferry starts to slow, nearly there.

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Lubo forces a smile for the camera, ian is ready for the off.

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The ferry grinds to a halt and the door opens, we get the nod from the man in charge, we ride down the ramp and back into Europe, time to decide, ride or hotel? A night in my own bed with my wife, or another night alone? 400k in the dark, or nice warm bed?
Fuel full, time around 5pm, dark in 1 hr ish. 400k, 100kph, 4 hrs, that’s makes it 9pm to get home, but it never works like that. Pulling out of the ferry port, the GPS routing working again, I select home, it calculates the route and gives me about 4hrs 20min’s, cool I can be home for 9pm, time for the goodbyes.

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I get a signal on the mobile and phone the wife ,“I’m coming home tonight.” I wish the guys all the best, lubo shake’s my hand. I give him a hug and then ian, I hope they don’t see a tear in the corner of my eye. I am sad to go, best I just leave before I start (soft lad you see). I plug in my ipod with what little charge I have left, wave goodbye and I’m off, I look back and wave with a lump in my throat.
 
The Road Home

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The bike is loaded to the max, waterproofs on for extra warmth. I had fitted my hand warmers and I knew I would need them. As suspected, the ride home was a killer. It soon became dark and the kilometers just did not seem to drop. In my mind I split the journey up, Sevilla was half way, 200k, so no need to stop until then for fuel, 2 hrs, no probs (I wish!!)
I’m yet to work this out, as I tried to keep the speed above 100kph, but it took me over 3hrs to get to Sevilla. It was 8pm, I was frozen. I stopped for fuel and went inside, paid for petrol and asked for a coffee. Then into the loo, they had hot air hand dryers, opening my jacket and pants to blow warm air down them, I was frozen, sitting still for 3 hrs doesn’t help. I phoned the wife just to let her know my ETA, which I figured now would be around 11pm, the way things were going. Coffee drank, fuel paid for, back to the bike. I found my woolly hat and it fit with my helmet on. Bonus! I also pulled out another smelly t-shirt and put it on, needs must. Now it was hard to move! I felt ten times bigger. Back on the road again and within 30 or 40k it was back to normal, cold and shivering. I think it was my feet and hands mostly, the rest was ok but cold feet makes you feel colder, or maybe I’m soft, but for now I rode on. 200k to go, I pass another sign for fuel, 20k. Hmmmm, coffee, warm, toilets and hand dryers, yes! I pull in and use the loo again. This carried on for the rest of the night, stopping at every fuel station, this was bad really, as the more I got warm, the longer the journey took. I lay on the tank, trying to get out of the wind, listening to the engine, talking to the bike “I promise I’ll get you an oil change and a wash and a new set or wheel bearings soon, just get me home safe” The things you do when you are lonely and bored!!

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This is not important but noticed the time on my camera is an hr out, so it was really 9.56pm in this pic. This was the last stop before I enter Portugal and 70k to go.
The home straight.
The colder I got, the slower I rode, but crossing the border I knew I was home. A sign for a fuel station, 30k and I might need fuel. Last stop, chance for a real coffee, 12 days without Portuguese coffee, murder! I stop and chat to the girl behind the counter in my best pigeon Portuguese, she asks where I’ve been, I proudly say “Morocco” I ask for a coffee and an empadas de frango (chicken pie), then pop to the loo, hand dryers are great!! 40k to go. I phone the wife, she says she will listen out for me and open the garage doors. Time to take it easy, I remember Ewan saying, most accidents happen in the last 5 or 10% of your trip and this was my 5% and I wanted to get home safe. Pulling into my road, the wife is out on the balcony. I look at the time, its 11pm, 6hrs to do 400k! I park the bike and she helps me unload, I’m stiff as a board and its hard to walk up the stairs. My son helps with the bags and I dump it all on the floor, the wife helps me out of my riding gear and turns the shower on HOT!!
I give her a cuddle, it’s the first time in 20 years we have been apart for more than 24hrs, and it’s the first time we have not been together on New Year’s Eve. I really missed her, pity she won’t ride on the bike and there is NO WAY she would camp, oh well looks like it’s a boys trip again next year!!!
I’M HOME. IT’S OVER.

THE TRIP AND HIGHLIGHTS
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Thanks for an excellent report punisher_uk, really enjoyed reading it.

I symapthise with you, my missus wont ride on the bike or camp. :tears
 


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