Day 3: Ouarzazate-DEMNAT. 220 kms
The third day marked a turning point: from Ouarzazate and not descend further south, if it would look basically move northward, with final destination in Midelt, where we leave cars and trailers. We had a period of four days to complete the planned program.
The initial miles of procedure, running at good speed on long straights through the desolate steppes that extend between Ouarzazate and the foothills of the Atlas. We were thrown into the mountains.
Periodically, treacherous ravines small cracks or forced you to slow the march, remembering that the fundamental characteristic of that land is the great irregularity caused by the relentless erosion.
For regularity, Oscar and his frenetic pace of decline. With the first cookie in the morning anchoring the hand guards doubled, and he and Amarok had to work as boars and retouched as contortionists to correct the curvature of the guard:
The bad news next day that the route was gradually lost in a sea of \u200b\u200bstones. Difficulties could sense the trace of the road here or there, but two hundred miles ahead with this exercise in constant search could become a serious obstacle to complete time step. A caravan of mules clarified some things
but soon the road became downward path, and into a dry ravine went:
touch went down one by one, extreme caution with the 950. We dive into the sport variety that I know as' enduro bags. "
A new convoy of mules surprised us hard at work.
Their riders were shown a rising path on the left down the slope in front which seemed suitable for our horses, but finally chose to go to the right.
The rose DRZs first
then 640,
and finally, the maxi enduro
On top of that hill we would like some time off to watch the endless rugged rocky landscape around us and to portray us in the midst of rocky:
do not know why we appeared so self-satisfied, if Total had not achieved anything more than a ravine of Chichin. We'll have a good stretch of scree where the path was hardly distinguishable, so we could not entertain a lot with crap:
stone Lost in an ocean where the roads had swallowed land, we chose to sail freely between the rocks to get our way. At one point Amarok said: "We have reached up to that milestone on top of that hill, and from there we went, each of which the instinct dictated, stumbling among the stones.
The results of this strategy were disastrous, as we just disintegrated, some at the top of the hill and other moving through the valley. Misfortune was what finally brought us all: in the distance I could hear the call for help Richy, asking me to come down into position and urging me to take the bar arreglatodo Pattex soon. Once down I realized the reason for the request: the deposit of the 950 gas flowed uncontrollably as a result of a new downturn. Already collected, the more hands aided by a civilian who was passing set out to fix the mess:
As you can imagine, remove and manipulate an Aqualine tank by twenty liters of gasoline does not quite full easy task. Tinkering with the experts deduced that the leak was in the fuel gauge probe, attached with two screws, which were retightening, fact which was re-installed the tank. Apparently the flight was solvent, but definitely not as we would find over the next few days.
The case is only partially solve the fault. He gave us civilian with a grenade that we came to the hair to soak the throat and also told us what were the main means of communication that existed in those places. Among the setback of the deposit, the path that the mules and the difficult advance over rugged terrain, had spent some time and we did not have collateral to recover the right path. We decided to go back and re-orientate on best-laid roads, for which we had to overcome again the path of the ravine.
During the retreat, Oscar leñazos herded three in less than a mile, no doubt the result of accumulated fatigue and stress due to the repair of your bike, and Amarok also flirted with danger When looking for an alternative ascent route with plenty of risk:
And in this way and those pathetic wasteland spent the morning. Swallowing dust on a road under construction Telouet us stand in, where some skilled restorers bundled and we stopped for lunch for a while. After lunch, much asphalt mountain roads, including the lengthy and tortuous Tizi N'Tichka where we had less autonomy refueling:
time pouncing on us, so we eliminate an attractive stretch mountain we had planned for the afternoon, and through roads we headed Demnat. As usual, we fill the tanks before retiring to the hotel, when the KTM team members took the opportunity to plan your team tactics for the next day.
For its part, Amarok, following sports tactics of dubious morality, he bought a giant cake to give to the members of the expedition, dry cake and stiff as the tow with which no doubt intended to clog our digestive systems and thus reduce our performance tracks. And I thought that this was a trip with friends.
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