Currently typing this from a little patch of sand somewhere in Morocco, pretty close to the Algerian boarder.
During the Algeciras – Tanger crossing on Wednesday 8th November 2017, we engaged in (very terrible French) conversation with a truck driver who was carrying about 16 quad bikes and buggies, accompanied by another two trucks carrying about the same.. Remember that, I’ll tell you more later.
After crossing into Morocco we headed straight for the Riff mountains.
Following a track North West of Chefchaouen, our track became much less of a track. It became much narrower, rocks got bigger and the overhanging trees were a concern for the Unimogs hopeful passage through the mountains. The quad was offloaded from the garage so Scott and I could begin our reconnaissance mission. Negative. About turn.
Following day, we made it to Chefchaouen – the Blue City. The Jewish settlers there painted the city blue in 1492, the same colour of the sky to bring them closer to God. No comments on how successful this was..
It was great to catch up with you in Chefchaouen Mike, enjoy your remaining days in Chefchaouen and your continued Moroccan adventures!
After Chefchaouen we hot tailed South. Remember those quad bikes and buggies?
Le Raid – Quad Passion Magazine. A race from Marrakesh to Erfoud and back again. After a bit of bullshit, lunch and a marriage proposal from a Berber man in El Rachidia, we sourced the location of the race hotel stop over in Erfoud, a little further South.
We arrived. A sunset and plenty beers later we learnt the French aren’t actually that bad.. Morning whisky hangovers came and we hung about waiting until lunch time (9am) for the French to get moving. Mac and I followed the race in the mog, and Scott on his motorbike. 6 hours, just 35km, and Scott’s 27th collision with the ground later.. the race was deep in the South Moroccan sand dunes and we were not. We decided to stop following the tracks of those that had been before and create our own route.
Our own route took us through a snaking dry river bed surrounded by the distant frowns of the High Atlas. The river bed clearly hadn’t seen any water for awhile and life was scarce here.
We decided the landscape was much too incredible to take in on the move so we stopped to cook up some dinner and open yet another box of wine in the best hotel and restaurant in Africa.
The stillness and the quiet was breathtaking. Absolutely zero light pollution enabled a Milkyway display words can’t do justice.
Morning came. We drove a few hundred meters before Mac announced THAT group of palms would be the perfect backdrop to a photograph. Palms which were just behind a soft patch of sand. Sand as soft as the Unimog had ever previously seen. 12 inches deep, a walk round, some head scratching and the mention of shovels occurred.
However, as we were driving this luxurious vessel; onboard tyre inflation and deflation, low gear box and 4 wheel drive sailed her out of there without so much of a sigh.
We followed the river bed all day today until the evidence of human existence appeared on the banks. We thought at this point it was worth checking we were still in Morocco..
So here we are, occupying a small patch of sand somewhere in Morocco, pretty damn close to the Algerian boarder..
All is well and happy on the Africa front.