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2010. SIX DAYS IN THE SOUTH. DAY 3. MOROCCO

DAY 3. MERZOUGA-Tagounite-M'HAMID. 290 kms.

started the day with the usual problems of Adventure. This time the starter is stranded there is no way that the trigger back. After trying to fix it, unsuccessfully, we journey from our base in M'Hamid. We were back to our base camp by drawing a parallel route which took us to Merzouga the first day.
bordered the lake where the tour just the day before and we cover a few miles of tracks, some more sand than others

The KTM is holding, but when Richy gives some strong sprinting on sand, I see a black cloud coming out of his escape that seems rather out of a diesel truck.

Moreover, let cool and after the first 2 days, we are more familiar with the sand

stones alternated with sandy areas, as the ground is always changing, there are many textures:

Worse, when the stones predominate on the sand. Many are embedded in the ground and if you go fast or neglected, the llantazos or fork caps are the order of the day. Reverberation in the desert sun, the monotony of the tracks and the fatigue you Abobo, and many obstacles and see them, only notice the dry shake on the handlebars when you hit the boulder on duty, then react until after a few minutes you get to be breaded.

Amarok, as usual, marking the course.

The fact of always escaped him first swallowing dust. As I said, it was normal that Richy and I make a good safe distance from the leader, failing to asphyxiate. Richy changed the air filter religiously every day I forgot the spare M'Hamid and I could not travel to Ecuador.

Fortunately, after suffering for the stones always comes a stretch of squishy sand track, then it appears that you drive on a mattress. Vas doing shimmies all the time and the dancing of the address active you, the bike goes forward basically, you're changing the rut here and there, sometimes you go off the track to tread virgin sand. In general it's fun, fans will give dominant gas and feel all strange that makes you the bike.

relevant Our first stop that day was a visit to an ancient fortress built on a rock known as Lost City, yes, in English (!), So it appears on maps.

Having made the obligatory pictures and the Lost City (actually called Bahallou) we had to cross a line of dunes petite headed toward a hill that would have been nearer the mountains. We were moving forward with mandatory traffic jams:

time for dialogue was also.

Finally we left the arena quite whole and rush the ascent of the hill, a mile short of rising which contrasts with the plain insufferable thickness of the route.

And hence, the stable of Bethlehem:

A-hostel-bar oasis in the middle of nowhere which is actually called Mharech:

Here I took a couple of Cokes to doublet, already spent a lot of thirst on the first day, now not going to catch me off guard:

My friends took the opportunity to ask details of the route to trade:

Once hydrated and rested, we resumed the march. The next section, endless plains would variegated.

As usual, as you stop, ever see any moro to sell you something or see what you need. This photo appears he was only curious about our bikes.

more plain. Here it seems that Amarok is sustained in the air without any speed. In the distance, the trail of some cars going by sanding.

What a plain.

A most idyllic area, plant cover and camels frolicking in the background:

This plain was full of small grooves, always transverse to the direction of travel, off course, that caused the effect of movement on a continuum of scores. In general, courts do not usually put sand ripples similar, but these were more pronounced. Once this plain ... more Plains, tens of kilometers completely flat where they put the direct and does not remove it ever. The speed at which you could move depended only on the development of the bike and your common sense, everything was straight. You could run on the central track or get away to another parallel or go off-road all mettle.

Scoring 100 km / h limited. The cruising speed would be around 90 km / h calculation. If it seems little, if you think 50 kms circularíais followed by highway with your motorcycle endurance to 100 per hour, with no irregularities on the floor but supporting the lash of wind and engine vibrations. Here you should also anticipate small bumps or treacherous ravines and rocks emerging out of nowhere. Therefore, beyond the initial thrill of twisting the handle at will, had to concentrate on keeping the attention and avoid these obstacles and go. At the first stop we made after this surfeit of lines, I realized with astonishment that a severe tingling through my hands up to tip fingers. The consistent position, vibration, stress, all these tips worked for dozing. As much as raised his arms and shaking hands, the movement did not return to their usual constant, and the phenomenon lasted until long after finishing the fast track section. Closer

Tagounite already, we repeat part of the route that day took us to Merzouga, but this time in reverse. Were missing about 60 kms when Richy us that had just come in reserve. No doubt the choke lever jammed media had increased their consumption of machine well above normal. From here decided pemanentemente go into top gear and low speed I could, regulating the few gallons that can remain in their maxi tank.

few kilometers ahead, Amarok stayed behind to check the GPS, when it Richy and I took his head, confident that the track which was straight pilotábamos Tagounite. After a while we perceive that Amarok did not come, so I stepped back to look while Richy went all stiff. When I meet our guide was actually a basilisk, we'd miss a turn, and if Richy and gasoline was wrong, now he must go back and further increasing their chances of staying dry. Against this background, I offer to go look at the KTM and bring him back to the crossing. 6 kms quickies to find the edge of a road. Richy says he does not return to the crossing, which plans to continue by asphalt. I walk another 6 km to reeecontrarme with Amarok, who decides to follow in the footsteps of Richy team to help in case of lack of fuel. Again 6 km walk along the road happy to go boredom. And asphalt, we hunt the Adventure, and a few kms later, the Austrian exhaust the stock.

As Amarok is left (has an auxiliary tank of 8.5 liters) lets some litrejos using my small bottles as a container. It remained scarce until about 7 kms Tagounite gas station, we were a hair.

We filled the tank for the next day, and we are further stocked with extra fuel for the bike Richy. We bought 4 bottles of water, we drank and the way the water the plants, sans plomb filled with all the full facts, off we went to the hotel M'Hamid another 25 km further, at night, but on asphalt . Pool, dinner in the buffet gargantuan We discuss the most interesting plays, we talk about what awaits us tomorrow, and the envelope.

We do nothing more than riding a bike, at night we swam, refuel and dinner. In other words, 97% of our existence these days is conducirrrr.