I pass the customs without any problem, welcome to Nador, Morocco.
A quick snapshot of the border post and off I go, again following the coastline where possible.
In one of the tiny ports along the way I meet some fishermen networking in the original sense of the word. Staying with them for a while I easily pick up that their jobs are far away from any kind of romantic fishermans live.
I stop at this huge beach. Yes, there's a little cafe (closed) but almost no sign of any kind of tourism. What a contrast to the European side. In the distance I can already see the hills of Algeria. Though knowing that I won't be able to cross the border (closed for ages) I'm heading towards it. Simply because I'm facing a little problem ...
What problem? Well, my visa for Algeria which I've already got has expired. France (including the dead time waiting for the white HP2) and Spain simply took too much time.
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Morocco's flag is flapping in the calm wind and right behind the Algerian one. The good thing is that here at the border they have a consulate. For what you may need a consulate at a border that is closed for more than a decade I don't know. But I can renew
my visa here. At least this was what I'm thinking.
My visit to the consulate is a quick one. Quick and unsuccessful. It won't be a problem to get a visa, the haggard employee behind her scuffed desk tells me. Unfortunately this can be done only in Rabat, the capital. And when I am back on my HP2 I am enjoying the thought to do a little detour through Morocco in order to get the visa. 
In Midelt, a town in the Atlas Mountains I bump into a group of French and Spanish riders. To be precise: It's a repairshop where the Spanish try to solve some probs with their 12's. The French boys intend to do a track in the mountains which I'd like to take as well.
Pic by Remi.
Let me introduce them to you: This is Thomas riding a DR600 Rebel.
Remi doing the trip on a Dominator.
And here's Benjamin also doing his best on a Dominator.
Unfortunately I didn't take a portrait of Thierry. But you'll easily recognise his Honda XL600LM.
Ok, here we start climbing the Atlas towards the Cirque de Jaffar, a kind of huge mountainous basin.
The idea of Remi, Thomas, Benjamin and Thierry was to by bikes for the trip not exceeding €1000.-. So there's enough money left to enjoy the trip. And, as Benjamin says: "These bikes were brilliant some 10 or 15 years ago. So what should be bad about it riding them now?"
Here's Remi and his Dom.
Thierry and his LM.
And Benj on the second Dominator.
Everyone is a keen offroad rider and I'm happy that I'm with the boys as the terrain get's a bit rougher. Spot the bike at the bottom of the picture.
The fertile areas are behind us now. There's only rocks and stones around now.
We're getting closer to the Cirque de Jaffar. I feel my heart beating watching this scenery. Man, what a landscape!
We decide to follow a Oued, a dry riverbed which according to our maps is supposed to be a little shortcut. But ...
... this doesn't only turn out to be a misinterpretation of the map. The track get's rougher and rougher.
Rocks and stone work on destroying bashplates, pegs, brake- and shift pedals. Though we're already in a decent altitude we're sweating like on Sumatra.
No shadow at all, rocks and more rocks ... shall we go on or turn back?
Pic by Remi
Pretty exhausted faces as I look around. And I have to admit that the thumpers did a lot better than the heavy boxer. Or was it about the riders?
Pic by Remi
Anyway, let's get out of here!
Cheers
Dirk