An ice cold beer

Riding in Morocco is like the first sip on a hot day.  A perfection denied to even the gods.

I won’t keep on writing about it- I’m sure you get the idea.  As a place to ride on holiday it beats anywhere else I’ve been.  Every kind of riding, touristy and untouched locations, wild camping and 5* hotels.  So, instead of my written thoughts, I’ll leave you with some images that I think capture some of the flavour of riding the Moroccan roads.

The joy of riding.

Where I passed 100,000km on this trip:

On a narrow pass where a truck hit my pannier on a curve he couldn’t quite make in his lane (you can see the dent and scrape on the bottom of the pannier- I was fine, if a little shaken from seeing the cliff edge from a closer vantage point than I was used to)…

Sleep in a cave- it’s cooler!

Some roadside hitsory.

A hidden oasis.

The green panorama of the north.

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