Moon to Morocco..

The locals Pop up all the time.

You ride an hour or more after seeing the last evidence of human habitation but by the time you've stepped off the bike there's a guy standing beside you looking to cadge a fag or whatever
My theory is they bury guys at the side of the road who 'pop' up when a vehicle stops :D

Keep on keeping on Button :thumb
 
Friday was a great day, off road all day, in and around the forest and beach areas around Essaouira, found a long beach got the bike across the dry soft sand onto the wet sand, what a blast, you've got to keep moving even on wet sand as u slow down the weight of the bike makes it sink (new to me).

ImageUploadedByTapatalk1429560912.201719.jpg


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
Left the beach as I was convinced my luck wouldn't hold out forever & I'd get stuck in the sand again, picking up a fully loaded GS 4 times in one day is enough for anyone even on a 4 week trip!
Anyway, as I'd entered the beach area I notice some guys with camels, so I thought I'd get a picture of the bike with the camels. Now I know they're out to make a buck so I was willing to pay.
Off I rode to the far end of the beach near the only car park. I parked the bike, took my helmet off, put on my best smile & walked over to the five Camel Jockies.
I established they could all speak English and I asked the guy who was clearly the leader how much to have a photo of the bike with a camel. For this we'll call him Camel Jocky no.1 or CJ1, two reasons to call him that, 1 he had a camel 2 he was a short arsed little fella.
CJ1 said he wanted 20d for one photo. Cheap enough I thought. Then came my big mistake, what I said in the next few minutes was both to myself and to CJ1 and it should of remained in my head (but with hindsight I've been speaking out loud a lot on this trip). Rather than take two 10d coins out of my pocket I opened my recently topped up wallet to retrieve a note. As I opened it and saw wads of 100's & 200 notes I looked at CJ1 and he was shaking his head saying "the my English isn't very good I meant 200d". His English isn't that bad cos I shouted in one quick northern twang sentence "YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF MATE!!" Straight away he said "ok, ok 100d and take as many as you like with two camels".
Then the taller of the five CJ2 said " can I ride your Moto"
Now even before I left home I knew at some point i'd get asked this, and I had a strategy ready.
I turned to CJ2 and said "yes of course you can"
"But" I said "before I let you answer this: can you ride a Moto? "
Although I've never been to Morocco before I've dealt with many Arab personalities and they all have one thing in common, in my opinion they are a very proud race of people, and as such they hate to lose face, they find it very hard to admit they are wrong and will hardly ever say outright they don't know. I was once in Israel working and stopped to ask directions in Jerusalem the guy either didn't know or didn't understand and he just gave my any old directions just to say he'd helped me.
You get the idea.
His answer was "yes, yes very good driver I race all time very good"
"Ok" I said "I want 100d and if u drop it I want 200d" (like I'd get paid)
So a deal was struck, photos of my bike with camels in exchange for a ride of the GS round the car park.


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
Tons of photos later, it's time for the ride I got on the bike rode round the car park and back to all five CJ's put the bike on the side stand and let CJ2 get on the bike, he couldn't get it to start, remember he'd made a big thing of how he could ride bikes so after a while he said, "it's a trick, what you done" "it's no trick" I said, I got on the bike rode round the car park and back to where I was.
Then CJ's 3,4 & 5 all had a go at riding the GS, all of them couldn't get it to start and for each of them I got on and rode round the car park to show it wasn't a trick.
Remember CJ1 ? Well he was obviously the smartest of the bunch because he'd been watching and he'd noticed that every time I got on the bike I lifted the side stand, then when I came back I put the stand down and the bike cut out !
CJ1 got on the bike, announced the secret to all his mates, and was gutted when to a man they all refused to hold the bike and lift the stand so he could start it !! His mates took the piss for ages.



Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
I stayed there for a couple of hours, drinking tea and talking rubbish as blokes do, it turns out that they don't own the camels, they rent them daily from a local farmer, they pay each day to rent the camel and for food, anything after that they keep. There's a waiting list to do that so most days before the summer they loose money. I left have made new friends again, I also gave CJ1 100Dhs


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
Really enjoying this thread, keep it coming.................When you going to write a book ?
 
ImageUploadedByTapatalk1429647114.121653.jpg
Anyone know what this is ? Don't think it's an armoured cricket.

I'm no Jeremy Beadle but including its legs it was bigger than my hand ! There were dozens of them.


Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 
After leaving the camels I headed to Imsouane a beach to meet the fella who'd asked me to go surfing, got there it was nice but I didn't surf as the waves were way too rough for me !! Had yet more tea and more chat, didn't stay too long as I was knackered, there are some great tracks I didn't even scratch it and I was off road from 10am.



Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
 


Back
Top Bottom