vr 16 jan, 2009 21:35
Salamu lekum !
For those who do not know my mails, I write in (bad) english because I have friends and familie who cannot read dutch ..
My first day in Morocco I went shopping, nothing exciting about that
My first cycling day ( and the 4 others ) were exciting, falling in love with this great country the first minute.
Cycling out of Marrakesh in sunshine and in shorts, the way cycling is meant to be
After a good 80 km I thought I found a good campsite, just above the road a nice and flat piece of land. Pitching my tent a man had seen me and came to me, shit I thought nobody had seen me ... The man said to me I couldn't camp here.
Why not I asked and the man started to explain but I didn't understand in the beginning.
He pointed at some rocks and sad something like dead. My eyes went big, is this a graveyard I asked ? Turned out to be indeed. Now I have this little problem that when I am tired and found a place to sleep I want to stay so for a split second I thought, maybe I can just stay but immediately rejected the idea, that was even too much for me, sleeping with the dead hahaha, not yet huh I hope !
The nice man pointed at a place a hundred meters away, I checked it out and thought it was okay, it was a little bit in sight of the roqd but it was getting dark, not much time to look for another place and when it is dark nobody can see me.
But, as I was pitching my tent for the second time I was spotted again ...
Shit I thought, also again and decided to stay, against the golden rules of camping in the wild, make sure nobody sees you.
I was up this mountain road, near a tiny village and thought that the chance of being robbed or something was almost 0.
Near a big city I would never do this but here in the mountains ...
The chance that there were thieves here were nihil, they operate in big cities normally.
In these small villages not or it must be a very succesfull thief out of the city with a second house in the mountains hahaha.
So I stayed and had an incredible cold night ...
Next day cycled further up the Tiz ' Tichka, 2260 meters high.
Through snow fields and cold winds but the scenery made it all worthwile !
Followed by another great 4 days I m now in Boumalne du dades, tomorro a resting day and then to Gorges du Dades, a 42 km piste ( unpaved very bad 4wd road over an 2800 m pass ) into Todra Gorge.
I looked at the beautifull mountains today, a little like the usa, and I cannot wait to jump on my bike again !
But my body need some rest and so do I, so I sent this mail and go to bed !
Have a good one !
Lars
For those who do not know my mails, I write in (bad) english because I have friends and familie who cannot read dutch ..
My first day in Morocco I went shopping, nothing exciting about that
My first cycling day ( and the 4 others ) were exciting, falling in love with this great country the first minute.
Cycling out of Marrakesh in sunshine and in shorts, the way cycling is meant to be
After a good 80 km I thought I found a good campsite, just above the road a nice and flat piece of land. Pitching my tent a man had seen me and came to me, shit I thought nobody had seen me ... The man said to me I couldn't camp here.
Why not I asked and the man started to explain but I didn't understand in the beginning.
He pointed at some rocks and sad something like dead. My eyes went big, is this a graveyard I asked ? Turned out to be indeed. Now I have this little problem that when I am tired and found a place to sleep I want to stay so for a split second I thought, maybe I can just stay but immediately rejected the idea, that was even too much for me, sleeping with the dead hahaha, not yet huh I hope !
The nice man pointed at a place a hundred meters away, I checked it out and thought it was okay, it was a little bit in sight of the roqd but it was getting dark, not much time to look for another place and when it is dark nobody can see me.
But, as I was pitching my tent for the second time I was spotted again ...
Shit I thought, also again
and decided to stay, against the golden rules of camping in the wild, make sure nobody sees you.I was up this mountain road, near a tiny village and thought that the chance of being robbed or something was almost 0.
Near a big city I would never do this but here in the mountains ...
The chance that there were thieves here were nihil, they operate in big cities normally.
In these small villages not or it must be a very succesfull thief out of the city with a second house in the mountains hahaha.
So I stayed and had an incredible cold night ...
Next day cycled further up the Tiz ' Tichka, 2260 meters high.
Through snow fields and cold winds but the scenery made it all worthwile !
Followed by another great 4 days I m now in Boumalne du dades, tomorro a resting day and then to Gorges du Dades, a 42 km piste ( unpaved very bad 4wd road over an 2800 m pass ) into Todra Gorge.
I looked at the beautifull mountains today, a little like the usa, and I cannot wait to jump on my bike again !
But my body need some rest and so do I, so I sent this mail and go to bed !
Have a good one !
Lars
Actually we stayed at the little gite down the pass. The storeis about throwing stones wasn't our cup of thea either in the past 9 years. We also had nearly only friendly words/people.
