DAY 5. AL-Ksiba-Imilchil-Dades Gorge-BOUMALNE.
280 kms.
Penultimate day of our particular raid. That morning lifted if it was a heroism. I was a generalized muscle contracture, and my partner the same. The first stirrings of our members were very painful and get soaking wet socks for 3rd straight day, making contact with reality rather than unpleasant.
The roadmap was reached to Imilchil mountain road (120 kms), repair bikes and stock up on food and clothing, and then down to the gorges of Dades. So with the first light of dawn, and with giving it full sun in his eyes, threw for asphalt to complete this link negligible. Amarok Imilchil Once repaired his rear brake, and I changed the oil to the bike or if there were any remaining moisture river incident.
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| Maintenance. |
The hotel was not very good, but you were working the park on foot room. This gave us a great time in the midday sun and now we went dark for a season. Once the maintenance of the donkeys, bugger off, well, track and road Dades blanket.
last few brake adjustments in full Imilchil main avenue, and direct the most arid and pre-desert of our trip.
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| Again the rear brake. |
Before we knew it we were rolling on a plateau devoid of any sign of vegetation. Agoudal previously spent, according to some, the highest population of Morocco, 2450 meters above sea level.
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| Aridity. |
again ascended. In a refrigerator at 4 Swedes we are one of their BMWs stuck, but we asked for help, and we continue to complete the port Tizi n'Ouerz, the culmination of the trip to 2920 meters.
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| Near Tizi n'Ouerz. |
This is a fairly busy road, crowded compared to what we found so far during the day and we passed at least 4 motorcycle gangs and many more of 4x4s. The car drivers something cocoons sometimes do not even overtaking facilitators were clearly slower than you, and some even when you were itching to overtake. This is what has overcrowding, as everyone knows, any fool is mounted in a pileup of these and behaves like a fool. Best were the 4 previous days, alone in the mountains.
descend to the valley of Dades always to our left.
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| depth. |
Falling stretches for several kilometers until you reach the bottom.
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| Near the bottom. |
timidly raises in the valley green.
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| Huertas. |
From here the landscape is softened and we moved always among orchards and meadows with their villages. The track became tarmac and hotels proliferated on both sides of the road. Here tourism is felt.
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| Kasbah. |
Finally we come to the gorges of Dades, a narrow where the river flows boxed for a little over a hundred meters between vertical walls of considerable height. A scenically remarkable no doubt, but unexciting compared with experiments on the peaks and torrents of 1000 kms done now.
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| in the throat. |
And from here left us reach Boulmane. As there was still light, amarok decided to make a piece of the "route of the Rose." The route ran along a promenade on and we get there a few kilometers, but the sun gave us in the face permanently and, considering that this had rather little incentive, we turned around and went a little way to find hotel Boumalne. The accommodations of the city were full of Pascuero, already had a little higher than this route is somewhat crowded, so amarok led them to a hotel and camping on the outskirts where we stayed comfortably for little money.
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| Relax. |
This hotel was indecently "luxury" to the kind of route we had done that day. If you were not or tired or anything, we sweated almost. Is that until the temperature was mild, and that "only" had descended to 1600 meters. I began to yearn for the hardships and sufferings of bygone days. This time had to socks, did not add anything here, everything was becoming too easy, predictable, vulgar. To dinner I learned a lot worse than that of those nights where I had to walk to the restaurant dressed in boots with numb feet and almost dripping, aching all over his body and clothes and nostrils filled with the dust of the road .
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