DAY 6. ANERGUI-Imilchil-MIDELT. 240 kms
Something resigned to the imminent completion of the trip, we started the return to Midelt. Since southern route was blocked, we had no choice but to become we had come. At the top of the port that gives access to Anergui agree again with German truckers,
and after you tell us once more our pain and sorrow, we marched together in convoy northeast.
What a band.
decided to repeat a chunk of the route the previous day. Initially we guide our fellow Germans to Tasraft,
where we split. Our common goal was Taghzout, but they continue on good track and we would take the mule track we already knew.
Then we planted in the familiar "step in the saddlebags"
where more than one take precautions to scratch us too low or mostly, the sides.
also went back to the narrow pass "of wrecks "and quickly leaving the valley was at our feet.
Below on the left, there were the Germans. Iban a bit slow, the poor. They sat back and no longer seeing her again, but at least we leave our way to the nearest gas station. We keep our pace,
and after resposta in Imilchil, we were soon circling Anefgou.
the road gets a badly eroded trail that skirted the Jbel Sloul.
Track and river flowed in parallel through the valley. Improvising paths here and there, get ahead,
across the river on several occasions, transversal
or longitudinally.
This state of affairs lasted for a few miles, and enjoyed much of the wetlands in the river
as the charms of the gigantic vegetation.
was already near the end of the gorge when Oscar, the great man baize, signed what was probably his last fall:
had already been hurt a metatarsal or similar small bone playing soccer with a huge boulder in the morning, and the rearward trip marked the climax of a severe fall collection had been hoarding in these Six Days. The
kilometers remaining to be completed were a mere formality. Many road to Agoudim and dessert, the circus of Jaffar. Seem to speak of the track was very poor, and indeed, so we found, broken in many of the curves that matched the ravines descending from the summit.
kilometers remaining to be completed were a mere formality. Many road to Agoudim and dessert, the circus of Jaffar. Seem to speak of the track was very poor, and indeed, so we found, broken in many of the curves that matched the ravines descending from the summit.
In these cases, we always find some alternative way that those who had preceded us, had already opened or that it is sensed without difficulty. Anyway, if there was doubt, a woman from a nearby village ordered motorcycle traffic and demanded tolls show you the most convenient shortcut. We passed a small group of enduro coming from the front. To me and greeted me, I know my teammates.
Speaking of those who had preceded us, one car had rushed down the slope,
precisely in a section where, because of deposits erosion, the trail runs contraperaltada menacingly for a few meters.
was beginning the descent towards Midelt
y sus planicies. Eran los últimos momentos de la excursión.
Cuando, de repente, nos topamos con un par sevillanos que venían en dirección contraria, decididos a subir por donde nosotros, con cierto esfuerzo, habíamos bajado. Algunos no salíamos de nuestro asombro:
Costó un poco convencerlos, pero sabiamente aceptaron nuestro consejo de que aquel no era camino apropiado para sus exclusivas motos. Suerte tuvieron de encontrarnos, de lo contrario aquella noche habrían llorado amargamente la destrucción de sus bonitos carenados and suitcases. In the end, safe and sound, and saddles intact, we agree at night in the same hotel in Midelt. End 
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