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Marrakech Medina

Marrakech Medina

Was where I stayed this time in the return visit to Marrakech. So much nearer the nightlife and activity of the city.

The place I’ve got is ideal. It’s only a small hostel, but I was able to wheel my bike into my room!

It’s right in the Medina. All the shops and restaurants are close by. The hotel tanaga was the first one that popped up in booking. Really, I didn’t think too much about it. Having been to all the other cities, then coming back, it seemed like the natural thing to do, book somewhere near the Medina. If you don’t know anything, or you had a family or wanted a pool etc. Medina is quiter at night, there are no cars. It’s more authentic. It’s more the real Morocco.

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Rabat to Casablanca

Rabat to Casablanca

Last day and fastest day. Averageover 22 kph with the wi!nd.

Someone once said,

go to Casablanca if you like warehouses

There’s some truth in that. It is a big, dirty city.

The coast between Rabat and Casablanca

Is basically like millionaires row for the first 40km or so. The crown prince has his property here, a large golf course and a port. No pictures of that sorry, it’s pretty well gaurded.

The coastal side is interpersed with golf courses and pool-centric apartment developments.

After a McDonald’s on the left, things revert to a normal Atlantic semi-coniferous coast line.

No hills. Flat coast. Simple riding.

Some of these guys out on the road under their parasol selling skate, Dorado, shrimps.

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Barrha to Rabat

Barrha to Rabat

The penultimate journey I’m going to do.

Barrha was an early start from the house of the birds. Onto the sand track, then once again, onto the highway.

Luckily, this highway was not such a major thoroughfare. It seemed to be mostly farm traffic, men on taps and donkeys delivering things to the many poly tunnel farms along the way.

Poly tunnel

Growing tunnels in Morocco
Tunnel vision

As far as the eye could see. Conditions, hot.

This morning I properly covered up with the old sunblock. Every 2 hours, I took another stop to re-apply. Fortunately, by this time in my journey most of the parts that could be burned had already received their fare share of sun. With that and the protection, no problems.

Growing tunnels - Morocco
Growing tunnels

Pushing too hard

When I got going in the morning, I was a little enthusiastic. To cover ground. I’d done 120km the previous day, my brain had forgotten, but my legs had not.

Before the first hour or so, I thought I would increase the place a little. This wasn’t a good idea. I could feel a cramp beginning to develop in my quads. As you may or may not know, once cramp sets in, it stays with you for the day. It’s a curse. You really want to avoid it, because if you can’t massage it away, you’re going to have to rest until it eases.

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Tanger to Barrha

Tanger to Barrha

This was supposed to be to a town called Larache, about 30km North. I booked the hotel for the wrong day, and unfortunately, when I turned up at the hotel, it was closed. I messaged them through the booking app and they notified me of my error. Nothing I could do now, the hotel was closed.

Being fairly early in the day, I thought it better to book a hotel which was on my way to my next stop, Rabat. And the best place happened to be

Riad Des Oiseaux

Or ‘hotel of the birds’. Hotel for the birds it should read. Another shady hotel in the back of nowhere.

This is the reason I’m a day behind. The hotel says, on the list of amenities, it has WiFi, but the owner has forgotten to pay for it. It was survivable though, quite a pretty location, down a 2.5km sand track.

country roads
country roads…

The village was super rural and the host was fairly friendly, unfortunately, he saw guests as a material worth. Not really hospitality as such. More profiteering.

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Tethouan to Tangier

Tethouan to Tangier

The main road was the busiest I’ve been on. Still not busy by UK standards, but lots of nice cars and lorries dumping their exhaust fumes in your face. Still, I’m here now.


Been in Tangier for a couple of days. Tonight, I’m just packing my stuff up.


Was super nice. Right behind the Castillo fortifications 5 min walk from the port.

Had 4 different rooms, a TV with English channels and nice fast WiFi. Showers were hot and I managed to do some laundry.

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Chefchaoun to Tethuan

Chefchaoun to Tethuan

Just a little bit about one of Morocco’s most famous exports, hash or canabis. Illegal as it may be.( It’s illegal for locals and illegal for tourists). There is some tolerance for hash, it seems, in the Rif Area. Chefchaouen being the main town within the Rif mountains, and a centre for tourists, as you’d expect, there is a supply and demand thing going off here.

Buying hash in Morocco

If you want to buy hash in Chefchaouen, it’s not difficult, in fact almost every local I looked in the eye after 8pm or so intimated they’d like to sell me some!

Personally, I’m not that bothered about that anymore, but if cannabis or weed is what floats your boat, I’d suggest a visit to this area 8pm+. There’s plenty of action and the Moroccans are generally friendly, as they usually are.

Buying hash in Chefchaouen - Morocco
Buying hash in Chefchaouen – Morocco

Chefchaouen to Tethuan

New hat

I got myself a new, new hat.

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Car Iris to Oued aou, Oued Laou to Chefchaouen

Car Iris to Oued aou, Oued Laou to Chefchaouen

near Oued Laou
near Oued Laou

Turns out the campsite owner being weird was the luckiest thing that happened all holiday.

The alternative accommodation, Maison d’hotes Cara Iris wen through my plans to get to my next destination using Google maps. We established some of the hills were going to be pretty drastic, the journey was 155km and there was no stop in between, (at least with bookable accommodation). Based on this, I decided to cycle up to the nearest gas station, (on the main road), and wait for a taxi. I’d been advised that this would cost €5 to El Jebha, a town half way.

Gas station

Easy to find, on the main N16 road. Had a litte supermarket and a few other travelers there waiting for lifts.

I pushed the bike slightly out of view and set about flagging down cars. This didn’t prove difficult, my fair skin and novel outfit probably helped, the only problem was the bike. As soon as I indicated this would be a passenger also, my potential traveling partners had second thoughts. After a while, I limited my recruiting efforts to vans and taxis. After about 3 hours, (12pm), I managed to grab a taxi. I had to persuade him that the bike would not be a problem to get in the back. We dropped the seat down, took the wheels off and it went in without any problem.

The road to El Jebha

Was 55km of Moroccan engineered mountain pass. Steep curve following steep curve, either going up or going down. It was a good idea not to bother cycling. At no time did I think I might have enjoyed it out there… I reached El Jebha in one piece. I had to pay the taxi driver double because I had left let seat down and it had taken up space which would have been generating a fare. I ended up paying 100, which is about £8.

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