Throw your preconceived notions away. They’re probably wrong.
I’ll just come out with it: I almost turned around. The entire ferry ride across the Straight of Gibraltar, I was questioning my direction.
Am I making a dumb decision? Northern Africa is dangerous: All my friends say so. All the news outlets say so. Oh, and Facebook says so… So you know it’s true, right?
Well, at the end of my four days, I realized that by ignoring that garbage, that I had experienced the best and most eye opening motorcycle adventure of my life. And it happened in Northern Africa: In Morocco.
Remember to bring lots of water. It should be noted that the tap water in Morocco is generally not considered healthy to drink. I bought water by the 1.5 liter bottle every chance I could. I kept my hydration pack full and an extra bottle on hand when in the desert.
By the time I got to Tinghir, it was time to start making the trek north, back towards Europe. I spent the night at “Hotel Cafe Restaurant ETOILE DU SUD.” In Tinghir. While I felt safe and secure during my entire stay in Morocco, I’ll never turn down the opportunity for “extra secure” parking!
It was on my way back that I got to experience what family life looked like in Morocco. I was crossing the Atlas Mountains again (east bound this time) and stopped to refill my hydration pack in a small mountain village. A man and his daughter came to see where this strange motorcycle had come from. I was invited inside his home for mint-tea, a delicious staple in Morocco!
Of course, after tea, they wanted their picture taken!
It’s experiences like this that I’ll never forget.
They people were kind, honest, and hospitable.
I’m so glad I took the opportunity to go to this special place.
By the time I got to the ferry terminal in Cueva, it was 11pm. My ferry didn’t get me into the Gibraltar area until almost 12:30!
All I wanted was a bed. I slept that night knowing I had made the right choice.
Morocco, I’ll be back. I’ll be back real soon!