Stage 6. BOUMALNE-Todra Gorge-Imilchil. 150 kms
Last day trip, but before I show a couple of snapshots of the previous stage, falling into the gorges of Dades, which I had left out.
As I said, last day, and as was predicted, it rained. To begin 30 to 40 kms of lines ending in semi desert wilderness through endless lines. We could have lengthened the internal path to the south, but the presence of rain discouraged us, plus it was a low mountain area, and I personally did not feel unattractive.
We arrived to the Todra, something more spectacular than the Dades, but also more saturated with people, with hotels, hostels, huge car parks, markets, etc. The walls are filled with climbing routes and, in general, these gorges are places of mass tourism. Better scoot As before, I thought.
We arrived to the Todra, something more spectacular than the Dades, but also more saturated with people, with hotels, hostels, huge car parks, markets, etc. The walls are filled with climbing routes and, in general, these gorges are places of mass tourism. Better scoot As before, I thought.
already left us to return to Imilchil, for clues in works for many miles. It seems that they were paving a good way, that is, the off road soon pass into history as this route is concerned. The course of the day was even more bland than the previous. Unremarkable.
We reached the hotel at 2 pm. Ate and started packing. It was a day of dogs, cloudy, almost drizzling, with an icy wind had shaken the market stalls Berber we had at hand. In the room, cold and wet, it could be, or was very sheltered at best with a lot of clothes and his head and ears well covered:
We reached the hotel at 2 pm. Ate and started packing. It was a day of dogs, cloudy, almost drizzling, with an icy wind had shaken the market stalls Berber we had at hand. In the room, cold and wet, it could be, or was very sheltered at best with a lot of clothes and his head and ears well covered:
hotel had plenty of time and could not be, I loaded the bags in some of the cookies and candies that I had and walked the bike to a nearby village where they handed out these little things among the small fry. This must be done carefully, because once you around a dozen or more kids and you're struggling to maintain order while handing out cookies and to leave there. "Development of begging? "Solidarity cheap? Everyone I think as you want.
back to the hotel, while preparing the trailer, we perceive that a car wheel was punctured. The director and only employee of our hotel amarok led to a mechanic you trust to fix the tire. The mechanic had an air compressor like any tool, I think, and we made a fudge to get by. The repair charge I think it was a couple of cans of beer. We commend not injecting and not have to use this wheel repaired and approximately 4.30 am we got up and started return to Ceuta. Amarok drove for hours through endless curves and mountain passes, fording included midnight, and arrived at Ceuta on the 6 pm, not before us run out of oil in the middle of highway. Fortunately, the nearest gas station was a mile, that walking is covered in a heartbeat. When a server returned with the container filled with oil, it started raining, "typical, no? The calamities that often happen to a motorcycle regularly (flat tire, running out of petrol) the car passed us, how lucky ours.
To go running out, a souvenir photo of one of the best moments of the road trip, looking at the horizon and thinking about going back someday:
back to the hotel, while preparing the trailer, we perceive that a car wheel was punctured. The director and only employee of our hotel amarok led to a mechanic you trust to fix the tire. The mechanic had an air compressor like any tool, I think, and we made a fudge to get by. The repair charge I think it was a couple of cans of beer. We commend not injecting and not have to use this wheel repaired and approximately 4.30 am we got up and started return to Ceuta. Amarok drove for hours through endless curves and mountain passes, fording included midnight, and arrived at Ceuta on the 6 pm, not before us run out of oil in the middle of highway. Fortunately, the nearest gas station was a mile, that walking is covered in a heartbeat. When a server returned with the container filled with oil, it started raining, "typical, no? The calamities that often happen to a motorcycle regularly (flat tire, running out of petrol) the car passed us, how lucky ours.
To go running out, a souvenir photo of one of the best moments of the road trip, looking at the horizon and thinking about going back someday:
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