Morocco 2023

Cascades d’Ouzoud to Ifran – 14 May 2023 (340kms)

Straight out of town and into the mountains for a long windy road high above the world.

Great road, great scenery. We wind our way back down toward a large reservoir and past some ritzy hotels then wind our way back into the mountains.

We stop at Fatima’s teas shop but she is only doing sugary teas coz it’s a Sunday, so yea….no. We continue.

The road then turns to shit. Holes, narrow with no edges snd lots of loose gravel. At one point there is a pile of thick gravel, large stones. Singo ploughs in and loses balance, throttle on and down into the gravel. Only a scratched knee and hurt pride. It is forever known as “the great gravel gyration”.

For those behind it was more like the tank slapping wobble fest with Singo executing a perfect pirouette off the right peg. No harm, No foul!

We continue on the ‘roughy’ for another 10kms before rejoining the formed highway. Time for a coffee.

The road is good and we are back to form riding. The roads near the towns are busy and there is some shitty overtaking behaviour.

Lunch is at Khenifra in the main road. Parking attendant guides us onto footpath outside the restaurant. Nothing a few MAD can’t buy over here. Only 100kms to our destination.

Another road under construction for a large part of the journey. Not a lot to see here. The terrain is diversified, gravel, mud. Its a bloody miracle we’re still alive.

We arrive at our Hotel in Ifram about 4. Another lovely venue. Unusually, someone suggests we hit the bar for a drink. Yes, “It’s 5 O’clock somewhere” as we file in.

Boxy has been mistaken by the staff for Magnum PI; he hasn’t been that pleased since he was mistaken for the president of Turkey in 2019. After a few gins, we are reflecting on how well we get on. Its a lovein. Dinner at the Hotel.

Editors note: parts of the above blog have been redacted and some annotated to provide context to the day. Apologies to the author.