Back in Azrou the snow has now gone
The green roofs are an Azrou characteristic
Cedres Hotel, favourite of Timolgra
I spent some time on my continuing hunt for land to buy in the Azrou area. I had meetings (in French!) with the Centre for Regional Investment and the Regional Tourist Syndicate, also discussions with four landowners on potential plots. One piece of land was extraordinarily expensive, another two were uninspiring, the fourth a distinct possibility.
Azrou is Berber for 'bloody great big rock'
Crocus?
I then spent several days exploring the vast network of tracks around Azrou. These ranged from not much better than a faint footpath, to fast, level, well groomed pistes. In the end it became, 'look for a blank bit on the map and start exploring.' Everywhere I went I was welcomed by locals, reinforcing my view that Azrou and the Middle Atlas are the most friendly part of Morocco.
Tracks to the west of Paysage D'Ito
Under the rim of the escarpment
Some a bit stoney
Overlooking Ougmes
The Middle Atlas is my favourite area
Finally it was time to leave. I thought I would go north via the Rif Mountains to see whether they were still
as bad as previous trips. They were--see report in Morocco Knowledgebase.
Impressive mountains
Almond tree in blossom
I thought I had finished with pistes, but the road from Ketama north to the coast was missing most of its asphalt.
Then a bit of cloud to add some moisture
Finally can see the sea
This new bit of road is financed by the EU. Why??
It will be a great road when it's finished, but in the meantime it's another 40 miles of piste
Sleeping beside the bike, Part Deux
I carried on through the drizzle and arrived at the Ibis Hotel in Fnediq (Moroccan side of Ceuta border). It was 10:30pm and the receptionist thought it was his lucky day. He tried to stick me with additional fees, then another 30 dirhams (!) for parking. My travels through the Rif had put me in a bad frame of mind and I told him to stuff it and stormed out.
No problem, I had my new tent, my sleeping bag and all the gear, so I would camp wild.
Five minutes later the heavens opened, but by then I was on my way cross country to Tanger (it doesn't look far on the map, it's only about an inch). Anyway, I eventually found a dryish bit of ground under pine trees and unpacked the tent.
Home sweet home
Instruction 1: Don't place the tent under a tree. Bit late now.
Instruction 2: Practise putting the tent up before you need to for real. Pity that wasn't on the outside of the pack!
By the time I had the tent roughly erected it was nearly midnight, so I crawled into the tent, kept all my clothes and boots on, and draped the unzipped sleeping bag over me. I had a great night's sleep.
Next morning: the trucks started at 7am
My journey the next day across to Spain was uneventful, if rather wet. Thank goodness for Steptoe's gauchos and muffs. The following day I decided to check out the Las Bardenas offroad area near Zaragosa. The weather, however, was vile, with freezing fog and I stopped some way short just inside Aragón. The forecast for the next few days was continuing rain and low cloud.
Then I had a brainwave. The next day was my wife's birthday. She had graciously not objected in the slightest to the fact that I would be away for her birthday. But perhaps it was possible to get back to the UK by tomorrow night? I did the math and it looked about 1,000 miles, so I went to bed at 2000, and set the alarm for 0330 the next day.
I was away into the fog at 0430, but what I hadn't considered is that my faithful SatNav would route me directly over the Pyrenees in the middle of winter!
0930: I thought this was Formigales, but if so, I was miles off course
I crossed into France by the Midi d'Oussau (2800m) but wasn't to see a motorway for another 135 miles of D and N roads. And it was 1050 before the temperature finally rose above freezing.
Anyway, the rest of the ride across France was fairly smooth going. I managed to get a Chennel Tunnel shuttle with only 15 minutes wait time, and arrived at my daughters' flat in London at 2130. Total milage that day, 955 miles (not including the tunnel).
Total milage for the trip: 7500 miles.
Offroad milage: in excess of 1200 miles.
The end.
Tim