FOREWORD. 26/03/2010
On Friday March 26th I went with a car, towing and road bike from Tortosa Algeciras, about 950 kms ahead alone to meet Richy with Amarok and the shipping terminal at twelve o'clock. This initial course what I dealt with enough lead time, unhurriedly, regulating forces waiting for the next stage road marathon Moroccan known for their irregular status and by the lack of seriousness of its users at the wheel. I arrived an hour early to Algeciras, so I had to wait until midnight, when my companions appeared to come from Vigo in Galicia. Once the introductions of rigor in the spring (Richy and I knew we only via mail), boarded the two cars with their trailers and motorcycles. The arrival in Ceuta was delayed until beyond the one in the morning, exhausted from the trip across much of Spain, and no DH in his pockets, we decided to spend the night in cars in an esplanade along the Mediterranean near customs. The aim was not to lose time in the morning, with dawn swift exit to the border, change money, stoically endure the slow paperwork Moroccan customs agents and Tagounite bugger off to the south of the country and the doors of the Sahara.
Passing Tangier, Rabat and Casablanca to Marrakech subtracted about 750 miles of good highway, then would behave about 200 kms by road to Ouarzazate, and last 150 kms to Zagora and Tagounite would run on less important roads.
worst of the marathon route was the port-n-Tichka Tizzi, just after leaving the motorway at Marrakech. This hill rises to a height of 2260 meters across the Atlas Mountains, and truck traffic slows the speed to despair. The ramps are smooth, but the track is very sinuous and irregular, with narrowing of the road that sometimes force you to stop in some sharp bends to pass two vehicles intersect.
the end, imitating the local drivers, you just advancing in steps of dubious visibility as to overcome the truck shift. In the fall, more of the same: very slow trucks loaded to capacity brakes pulling down less than 10 km / h. The port is really exotic: no gas stations in some 150 kms, people forward in the turn, not enough people, the ravines are staggering, and the highest area vendors fossils and stones lining the gutters. Progress is painful, but not boring.
Atlas This trip made us lose a lot more time than expected, so we got smashed with Tagounite after 12 am. To make matters worse, the hotel where we planned to lodge was closed, so we walked another 25 kms south to M'Hamid, where in the hotel Tabarkat were kind of welcoming those ungodly hours. This hotel would be our base camp for the next six days. From here you would realize trips to Merzouga and the dunes of Erg Chebbi, northeast, or Foum Z'Guid to the west, would follow the dry bed of the Draa and would roll through the very extensive Iriki lake. 
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