DAY 4. M'HAMID-OUED DRAA-Lake Iriki-M'HAMID. 200 kms.
This fourth day went awry. Because of a series of little lost dawdle too long before leaving the hotel. For example, Richy, so zealous to clean and oil the air filter, was delayed in excess of DIY, and to top worse, he poured over the windowsill of the room sticky liquid filter, blue smurf for more signs. The empastre was completed when just outside the hotel I noticed that the rear wheel of my bike was completely deflated. Shell again played a trick on me. Had to inflate again, and after this latest incident, and we left the hotel with the sun well up. As the day passed in the parking lot of time, illustrate the situation with a photo of the hotel, a clonal Kasbah more.
This fourth day went awry. Because of a series of little lost dawdle too long before leaving the hotel. For example, Richy, so zealous to clean and oil the air filter, was delayed in excess of DIY, and to top worse, he poured over the windowsill of the room sticky liquid filter, blue smurf for more signs. The empastre was completed when just outside the hotel I noticed that the rear wheel of my bike was completely deflated. Shell again played a trick on me. Had to inflate again, and after this latest incident, and we left the hotel with the sun well up. As the day passed in the parking lot of time, illustrate the situation with a photo of the hotel, a clonal Kasbah more.
can be seen that I have a buff in the neck. Is essential; despite the heat up for carrying, otherwise end the neck skin burned. You have to smear sunscreen with the noses and cheeks. These tricks the unknown. Thanks to the advice of my friends just got burned on the wrists, that portion of skin that is exposed between the shirt and gloves.
Against this background, Amarok, with great patience, he improvised an alternative plan. He never was in favor of facing a serious route to Morocco if not plenty of time in anticipation of incidents in the middle of nowhere that involve emergency repairs. His decision was to spend the hours that we had to inspect part of the unknown of next day, which would lead to Foum Z'Guid.
From M'Hamid took a sandy track very twisty, hilarious. Paradoxically, a day that oil the chain, sand dominated from the outset, it must be bored. We soon found interesting dunes to door and do not miss the chance to play for a while:
Against this background, Amarok, with great patience, he improvised an alternative plan. He never was in favor of facing a serious route to Morocco if not plenty of time in anticipation of incidents in the middle of nowhere that involve emergency repairs. His decision was to spend the hours that we had to inspect part of the unknown of next day, which would lead to Foum Z'Guid.
From M'Hamid took a sandy track very twisty, hilarious. Paradoxically, a day that oil the chain, sand dominated from the outset, it must be bored. We soon found interesting dunes to door and do not miss the chance to play for a while:
scarce in this area and we are already masters of the dunes:
Anyway, a few miles from here, on a sand track inconsequential, premiered My track record fall: 2 in less than 100 meters. Less smoke and humble spirit, we entered into the river Draa. His bed is wide and sandy. It seems that the sandy soil is completely dry and solidified and the grip is good, but in reality is very porous, is hollowed out, and the wheel is constantly sinking more than half inch. Gas must be giving generously, but the bike tends to sink and stand.
In some sections the bed is really wet, but the traction does not improve. Sometimes there are puddles, notice the bottom left corner of the photo. Following curves move steadily River a few miles. The Draa is here a very comfortable way of communication, there is no stone, only to pay attention to some slight slopes that form the sand. To my surprise, there is no shot of motorcycles or cars. The next day, we would our own tracks.
Gradually the ground showed a more and more muddy, so we decided to leave the bed of the Draa to dive into another bed, the lake Iriki. We look for an escape, and p'arriba!
Gradually the ground showed a more and more muddy, so we decided to leave the bed of the Draa to dive into another bed, the lake Iriki. We look for an escape, and p'arriba!
The Iriki is a lake only fills in the station of rainfall, the rest of the time is irregular and changing a flat. The first few miles were very painful, circulating in 2nd gear dodging small mounds of sand solidified. Torment.
That lasted a long time. There was no choice but to endure and move on, hoping that things will change:
finally got away from that potato fields to see us immediately immersed in a sea of \u200b\u200blow dunes. Sometimes we took advantage of a prominent mound to try to see the horizon
And behind the dunes, a few kilometers completely flat on the Iriki, drawing a huge pleasure over an area half solidified sand, similar to that of the Draa. I devoured the ground bunk, the motors had to take fairly high speed, and so we walked for several minutes. Gradually made our way back M'Hamid, bordering the perimeter of the lake, first in the northeast and then southeast.
Again on well marked tracks, I was about to lose my friends because of the dust they were leaving. I was late to avoid swallowing too much dust and I both missed a crossing roads where there should be rotated clockwise. Fortunately after a mile I realized there were no fingerprints on the track bike and got rid of time the way to the crossroads. Not that I was pretty sure that was not the correct path, but there was no other option, so I curled handle thoroughly following my intuition, hoping to spot a trail of dust in the distance. I figured that my colleagues could take a couple of miles ahead, rushed over and after a few minutes and I could make a couple of bikes in the distance. The track, very twisty and fast, it became increasingly filled with deep ruts. Soon I find Richy fallen on the sand. I miss him a hand to lift the Adventure and during the rescue operation contemplate how it flows plenty of fuel jet from the side of the bike. Since then the KTM is a ruin. And neither wants to start, the very stubborn. Richy, upset, insists a while before that starts. I, which had accelerated from that crossroads where I lost, I resumed the march to the beat of hunting, search for Amarok, which is still ahead of others for our misfortunes. What followed was a festival of miles to sack the best track of sand that are on the whole trip: wide, well marked, with risers, fast but with plenty of curves, to go all the time a sac alternating between third and fourth:
Again on well marked tracks, I was about to lose my friends because of the dust they were leaving. I was late to avoid swallowing too much dust and I both missed a crossing roads where there should be rotated clockwise. Fortunately after a mile I realized there were no fingerprints on the track bike and got rid of time the way to the crossroads. Not that I was pretty sure that was not the correct path, but there was no other option, so I curled handle thoroughly following my intuition, hoping to spot a trail of dust in the distance. I figured that my colleagues could take a couple of miles ahead, rushed over and after a few minutes and I could make a couple of bikes in the distance. The track, very twisty and fast, it became increasingly filled with deep ruts. Soon I find Richy fallen on the sand. I miss him a hand to lift the Adventure and during the rescue operation contemplate how it flows plenty of fuel jet from the side of the bike. Since then the KTM is a ruin. And neither wants to start, the very stubborn. Richy, upset, insists a while before that starts. I, which had accelerated from that crossroads where I lost, I resumed the march to the beat of hunting, search for Amarok, which is still ahead of others for our misfortunes. What followed was a festival of miles to sack the best track of sand that are on the whole trip: wide, well marked, with risers, fast but with plenty of curves, to go all the time a sac alternating between third and fourth:
abundant traffic. It was exciting to overtake SUVs giving gas at will, jumping rut in rut, or dodge those who came from the front, right or left, depending on the undulations of the floor. A joy. I do not know how many minutes would take this frenzy, the case is that as much as squeezing Amarok could not hunt, a fact that spurred me further. After a few kilometers from frantic pursuit, I met a couple of enduro resting in the shade at a bend in the road. When asked if they had DRZ had been spending a little time in my direction and I said no, I thought I had gone to spend a crossing, but not just then came John, who had been waiting a few meters away. As gas was drunk, or saw him. Richy soon appeared, and together the three resume their march at that slide sandy twisting the ear of our mounts. To move ahead to a couple of bikes that were in nustro sense. Must have thought that we were pros out-and-out, as ruthlessly surpassed, giving them a shower of sand. Then we found out that those same deceased would mount an embarrassing soiree at midnight in our M'Hamid hotel.
caráter The track lost its winding and the horizon seemed increasingly clear before our eyes. The procession of cars that we had met earlier in the miles seemed to have its origin and core in a meadow surrounded by beautiful dunes where camels were grazing and resting SUVs.
caráter The track lost its winding and the horizon seemed increasingly clear before our eyes. The procession of cars that we had met earlier in the miles seemed to have its origin and core in a meadow surrounded by beautiful dunes where camels were grazing and resting SUVs.
Beasts of the wilderness.
Admittedly, the track we had got there met enviable characteristics for fun driving, but not surprising to how big that is the desert, everyone is going to agree and focus on a specific point. We gorged on so quickly, we took the shade of a bush to lower levels of arousal and to study the way back.
Amarok thought it would be good idea to explore a track that continued to the southeast, but interior finishes in a low but very rugged dunes, and as the evening we threw up, we decided to retrace our steps to be routed back to the hotel for clues known. About 50 kms from our goal Richy gave us part of the 19 hours: Katy and walked in reserve signal that the starter was activated and therefore consumption figures touched stratospheric. Anticipating the predictable future, parked under cover of a good tree and proceeded to transfer stock:
Here a closeup of the operation:
Ulyses21 wrote: Good, heavy work peazo sharing this adventure ... macaroni, thanks. Pasaijisticamente Atlas was the most diverse and beautiful is not it? from the point of view, imagine that same adventure.
I do not even want to imagine how out of clean and grease the chain drop Labado to do after the sandblasting dabais you, I imagine that fat llevabaríais 50 liter drums ..
Totally agree, the Atlas was much more entertaining and varied, technological machines and scenically speaking. The miles passed there otherwise. In the desert is that there lying, you were almost always stiff.
The theme of the chain was a problem. "Grease or oil? Since then very camaraderie out the entire drive, you say well, cleaner than new. I grease the 3rd day and I took a sigh oil with sand. After 1500 kms and I have tightened, and the crown does not seem very run down (last year I polished the Atlas me stretch or not to grease).
Santikos wrote:
I'm glad to read the esplayada fun track of the fourth day, I imagine the traffic over there in all directions and with a landscape plan "mad max", always glad to read that someone enjoys it that way.
The track that was a lag, were about to pegártela every 200 meters so you'd run riot. Amarok and I, chopped, we made a straight, escaped dune top and the descent (blind) we were a hair embedded in the bush the two, but once recovered from the shock, firing the monkey again! It was not by chance that so many mob there, this was the most entertaining sandy track in the area safe. I believe that when people spoke of "doing Iriki" (which is a vast plain) actually referred only happen this way, not the rest of the lake, which is quite heavy.
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Injuries: No we did much damage. The first day goofing around in the sand I gave a light tap on the wrist but the next day I had forgotten Amarok Day 5 was a good bacatazo and hurt his wrist and a couple of fingers but endured two days missing. Incidentally caught that day traveler's diarrhea, without major consequences, fortunately. Amarok also from the crawled Day 2 a serious wound in the foot because of the boots. He assumed I had to live with it for a while and resisted. When you got off the bike was lame. Poor, I spent a bit of everything. Richy drew rheumatic problems: he and I dived for the evening in the pool for swimming and stretching at full speed. To me the dry climate suited me fine: goodbye to my regular muscle contractions, it was amazing.
Faults: you know that the Adventure suffered carburetion problems and consumption from the start. Richy Day 5 decided not to leave, and also missed the 6 th. Amarok blew a fork seal (he had he repaired a few weeks before, ahem), plus the bags burst twice, and lost some luggage through the hole. For my part, I only had problems with the valve on the rear wheel, which deflated twice.
Tires: you can take as you like, because tracks and on sand, they'll last longer than usual. The blocks are rounded up my tires, but no start or cracks. Unprecedented.
Expenditure: I estimate I will have spent about 900 euros. My friends little less, because they paid half boat ticket, petrol and motorway over 4000 kms.
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