Mohammed was very impressed by the GPS equipment in Geen, he particularly wanted to know what height above sea level his petrol station was: 1600 metres.
Typical of the towns we pass through
The view to the right
When we pulled over for a picnic here, we had driven 30km up a gorge without seeing another vehicle
Part of the reason we hadn’t seen anyone is that in November 2014 a biblical deluge came down the gorge and smashed every bridge, and I mean smashed and every. As it is the dry season, there are rough make do tracks through the debris.
Standing in the river bed reviewing the wreckage is weird, the force and volume of water that must have passed are beyond comprehension.
This is the view back along the valley
And this is the road up to that point
Everything here is a shade of brown so it was nice to see some blossom
Geen looking deserty
The view from the hotel balcony. Tafraroute is behind us and is a meeting point for all sorts of travellers: rally raid motorcyclists; Dutch dormobiles; overland trucks; all sorts of 4x4s which take tourists into the desert; hitch hiking hippies; free climbing mountaineers; coachloads of American walkers and the list goes on and on.
Geen has eaten her front disc pads – above is the pad coming off and below the new one going on.
The mountain switchbacks have been hard on tyres too, the rears have pretty much had it and we hope we have enough rubber on board to get back to the UK.
Tomorrow we turn North for Marakesh to meet Justin who is going to jump in for the return journey while Jonathan catches a flight. This is the furthest South we got. The journey home will take four days.