Headed for Marrakech, Casablanca and Rabat we were back on familiar territory and on our final stretch of Morocco and the African continent. We did a trip to Morocco in 2011 where we had fallen in love with the country. We were shocked at the amount of road rage and aggressiveness we came across, especially by women drivers with their toddlers in the back. The part we didn't miss about the cities. It reminded us of a few episodes we had experienced back in 2011.
We were lucky (or so we thought) to quickly find a small, quiet hotel in a good location with secure parking for the bikes. Wandering about the city centre was really enjoyable and we can't forget to mention our first dose of fast food at McDonald's in what seemed to have been forever. The weather was just perfect and a lot warmer than it had been along the coast. We were extremely tired by the time we had dinner and got back to the hotel. Although Agadir was meant to be a short break to recharge the batteries we both still felt pretty wrecked. You can imagine the disgruntled looks we gave each other at 11.30 pm when we woke up to the sound of 130 bpm of base or in other words loud, fast, banging music. It sounded like someone was playing hard house outside our room and it only got louder and louder. Rory reckons this is Karma for all the years of noise disturbances he has caused. We had to suffer through until 2 am. Very grumpy heads on us the next day as you can imagine. Turned out we had booked ourselves into a hotel adjacent to a club (which the hotel staff of course never mentioned).
After another and finally good night in Kenitra we eventually arrived at the new Mediterranean Port in Tangier. The level of excitement about getting back onto European soil and the next few weeks of exploring and meeting up with friends along the way was huge. Luckily, nobody cared about the missing half of my number plate. We got through all the formalities of leaving the Morocco without hassle and only a few hours later - the bikes secured in the lower deck - we were on the ferry en route to Algeciras, Spain.
To summarise our thoughts about the African part of our journey we would have to say that it has been extremely challenging on many different levels. Our only disappointment was the relatively high percentage of paved roads on our route. We had hoped for more dirt tracks but then, we would have also needed more time to experience same. All in all, it has been one hell of a ride. Now bring it on Europe :)
We were lucky (or so we thought) to quickly find a small, quiet hotel in a good location with secure parking for the bikes. Wandering about the city centre was really enjoyable and we can't forget to mention our first dose of fast food at McDonald's in what seemed to have been forever. The weather was just perfect and a lot warmer than it had been along the coast. We were extremely tired by the time we had dinner and got back to the hotel. Although Agadir was meant to be a short break to recharge the batteries we both still felt pretty wrecked. You can imagine the disgruntled looks we gave each other at 11.30 pm when we woke up to the sound of 130 bpm of base or in other words loud, fast, banging music. It sounded like someone was playing hard house outside our room and it only got louder and louder. Rory reckons this is Karma for all the years of noise disturbances he has caused. We had to suffer through until 2 am. Very grumpy heads on us the next day as you can imagine. Turned out we had booked ourselves into a hotel adjacent to a club (which the hotel staff of course never mentioned).
After another and finally good night in Kenitra we eventually arrived at the new Mediterranean Port in Tangier. The level of excitement about getting back onto European soil and the next few weeks of exploring and meeting up with friends along the way was huge. Luckily, nobody cared about the missing half of my number plate. We got through all the formalities of leaving the Morocco without hassle and only a few hours later - the bikes secured in the lower deck - we were on the ferry en route to Algeciras, Spain.
To summarise our thoughts about the African part of our journey we would have to say that it has been extremely challenging on many different levels. Our only disappointment was the relatively high percentage of paved roads on our route. We had hoped for more dirt tracks but then, we would have also needed more time to experience same. All in all, it has been one hell of a ride. Now bring it on Europe :)
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| All that fresh air is no good for ya. Constantly tired:) |
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