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Touching Moroccon shores

May 14, 2010

It’s close to midnight and we’ve finally arrived in Fes after a pretty eventful day. It all began this morning when Randy Mamola waved us off after breakfast. The first quick blast to the ferry went without a hitch. But as soon as we arrived, the real adventure part of our trip kicked in. After a 2 ½ hour ferry trip to Tanger over choppy waters, it became obvious that Helder prefers the desert to the water; him together with few others were looking pretty green before too long . . .

Back on dry land and eager to press on into Africa, our group was met with another obstacle. Officialdom. The endless red-tape denied us access into the country for few hours, so we whittled away a few minutes guessing the nationalities of passing bikers. So, with our paperwork finally stamped and approved, our motley crew headed off towards the heart of Africa, each and every one of us utterly mesmerized by the stunning scenery all around.

Rolling hills disappeared into grey hazy silhouettes in the distance, a random man literally in the middle of no where (apparently wearing a rather smart suited jacket) waved at us as if we were old friends just passing through. He wasn’t the only one. So many of the roadside wanderers offered the universal thumbs up sign as we passed that we felt inexplicably linked to them all. Bikes are really quite special. They unite complete strangers just by their presence and though what they stand for, freedom, independence and adventure. As the day drew to a close, we pressed on in darkness towards our hotel in Fes. Huge puddles of gravel on unlit roads and stray kamikaze dogs jumped out at us from out nowhere. Thank goodness for traction control and ABS. Even if these hazards weren’t extreme enough to activate the technology on our bikes, it’s reassuring to know they have built in safety nets just in case . . .

And so we’ve arrived. Finally. The day’s been packed from dawn to dusk with surprises. And although we’re tired, cold and our brains feel like they’ve been liquidized, it was worth every mile and moment. We’re in Africa, on Super Ténérés, and we’re all bubble side up. What more can there be to life!

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