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.