day 10
6 litres of oil.
Getting on the bikes today meant we first had to get out of the bush land come olive grove and back onto the main road. Hanging on and trying to balance the bike whilst picking the best line sure is a good way of getting the brain working first thing in the morning.
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No sign of the farmer at this time of day.
Going through a largish town we stop for the obligatory breakfast of cake and fizzy drink, and I have to say I was not missing a real bacon sandwich with loads of hp sauce much. All trip we searched for a bread shop or equivalent but found nothing. I did however spy a bloke walking out of a door holding what looked like a pancake. I was in there, I did not care that I was full of cake and coke I wanted some carbs! when I walked in the door I was faced by a very beautiful woman with a small counter and a large griddle, "2 of whatever you are selling please". It turned out to be a concoction of an omelette come tuna come chilli sauce thing in a large bap, to me heaven to Shads too much at this time in the morning so he donated his left over half to 2 young lads looking starry eyed at these wonderful travellers on monster bikes.
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The omelette shop is just behind the donkey head if you look really closely you might see a beautiful lady
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We were still heading south loosely following the border between Tunisia and Algeria, being further south we had another go at the border but this time following dirt tracks rather than roads, yet again border patrols got in our way and turned us around. Trying to stay on the dirt roads passing through small villages with nothing more than broken brick/mud huts, gangs of men sitting around drinking coffee, we missed any sign of the next piste we needed to take us from Sidi Boubaker down to Umm Al Arais.
We ended up staying on tarmac through to the next town. Coming out of Gafsa we took a compass bearing found a likely dirt track and headed off as the crow might fly if slightly drunk. This was great riding, making it up as we went, missing out all civilisation, Taking in a bit of gravel then compacted sand, thankfully it was not too loose as neither me or Shads had any real off-road sand experience. Our only major obstacle was a large dry riverbed/wadi. This caught me out spitting me of sideways and counted as my first drop. Shad’s obviously seeing how not to do it took a wide berth around me then gunned it promptly falling off in a fashionable style, snapping his screen on the way over his bars. After picking both bikes up, pushing, pulling, plenty of throttle control and making hard work of it we got out of the wadi, then headed straight to the nearest piece of tarmac.
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Looking at the map I had marked of some gorges, which were not too far from us, cue next point of interest. The gorges were worth a visit, not massive but impressive none the less. We were greeted by a local guide who was keen to sell us his services and trinkets afterwards. You could see this place was set up for coach load after coach load of tourists, but there was none, not a sole except me Shads and groups of local men sitting around drinking coffee. The guide we hired to show us around said that since "The Revolution" they had hardly had any tourists and it was extremely hard putting food in his families mouths.
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Checking out my list of 10 things to do whilst in Tunisia, there is a second and larger set of gorges further inland, but only accessible by a tourist train. Being complete idiots we decided it was a good plan to ride the tracks through the gorge. Once we got close to the start of the train tracks we made sure we were fully stocked up with fuel, food and water then headed off. This turned out to be a bad move, we were not able to ride next to the tracks because of deep sand so resorted to riding on them. The concentration of keeping your bike in the middle of the tracks in gravel is overpowering, knowing that if you just touch the track you will be coming off. That and the fact we were passing over large bridges and culverts made it even more hair raising. After an hour of this it was decided to bin the idea.
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After finding some shade under one of the many culverts we had an early finish to the day. This gave us chance to do a bit of bike maintenance Shad to tape his screen on, have a good feast and rest. I was now feeling immersed in this adventure. Dirty sweaty and happy.
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6 litres of oil.
Getting on the bikes today meant we first had to get out of the bush land come olive grove and back onto the main road. Hanging on and trying to balance the bike whilst picking the best line sure is a good way of getting the brain working first thing in the morning.
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No sign of the farmer at this time of day.
Going through a largish town we stop for the obligatory breakfast of cake and fizzy drink, and I have to say I was not missing a real bacon sandwich with loads of hp sauce much. All trip we searched for a bread shop or equivalent but found nothing. I did however spy a bloke walking out of a door holding what looked like a pancake. I was in there, I did not care that I was full of cake and coke I wanted some carbs! when I walked in the door I was faced by a very beautiful woman with a small counter and a large griddle, "2 of whatever you are selling please". It turned out to be a concoction of an omelette come tuna come chilli sauce thing in a large bap, to me heaven to Shads too much at this time in the morning so he donated his left over half to 2 young lads looking starry eyed at these wonderful travellers on monster bikes.
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The omelette shop is just behind the donkey head if you look really closely you might see a beautiful lady
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We were still heading south loosely following the border between Tunisia and Algeria, being further south we had another go at the border but this time following dirt tracks rather than roads, yet again border patrols got in our way and turned us around. Trying to stay on the dirt roads passing through small villages with nothing more than broken brick/mud huts, gangs of men sitting around drinking coffee, we missed any sign of the next piste we needed to take us from Sidi Boubaker down to Umm Al Arais.
We ended up staying on tarmac through to the next town. Coming out of Gafsa we took a compass bearing found a likely dirt track and headed off as the crow might fly if slightly drunk. This was great riding, making it up as we went, missing out all civilisation, Taking in a bit of gravel then compacted sand, thankfully it was not too loose as neither me or Shads had any real off-road sand experience. Our only major obstacle was a large dry riverbed/wadi. This caught me out spitting me of sideways and counted as my first drop. Shad’s obviously seeing how not to do it took a wide berth around me then gunned it promptly falling off in a fashionable style, snapping his screen on the way over his bars. After picking both bikes up, pushing, pulling, plenty of throttle control and making hard work of it we got out of the wadi, then headed straight to the nearest piece of tarmac.
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Looking at the map I had marked of some gorges, which were not too far from us, cue next point of interest. The gorges were worth a visit, not massive but impressive none the less. We were greeted by a local guide who was keen to sell us his services and trinkets afterwards. You could see this place was set up for coach load after coach load of tourists, but there was none, not a sole except me Shads and groups of local men sitting around drinking coffee. The guide we hired to show us around said that since "The Revolution" they had hardly had any tourists and it was extremely hard putting food in his families mouths.
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Checking out my list of 10 things to do whilst in Tunisia, there is a second and larger set of gorges further inland, but only accessible by a tourist train. Being complete idiots we decided it was a good plan to ride the tracks through the gorge. Once we got close to the start of the train tracks we made sure we were fully stocked up with fuel, food and water then headed off. This turned out to be a bad move, we were not able to ride next to the tracks because of deep sand so resorted to riding on them. The concentration of keeping your bike in the middle of the tracks in gravel is overpowering, knowing that if you just touch the track you will be coming off. That and the fact we were passing over large bridges and culverts made it even more hair raising. After an hour of this it was decided to bin the idea.
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After finding some shade under one of the many culverts we had an early finish to the day. This gave us chance to do a bit of bike maintenance Shad to tape his screen on, have a good feast and rest. I was now feeling immersed in this adventure. Dirty sweaty and happy.
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before his time or permanently 


bit to go yet