Rose Quarter Seating Rows Chart

3 DAY: March 8, 2010

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PREPARATIONS DAY 1 DAY 2 DAY 3 DAY 4 DAY 5 DAY 6 DAY 7 8 th and 9 th DAY

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Missouri - Merzouga ... .. 290km

As there was no hurry to leave, we only have about 290km that we could do in the morning, took it easy. The half day was overcast but not raining and every time it was warmer. When out on the balcony, we saw was a city of Morocco, except that we go through the exit of the customs office was appalling. A city full of movement, noise, donkey carts, Audis, Mercedes, cars of all generations, all kinds of prototype motorcycles with a car with three wheels, Chinese, Korean, and especially great people through all street.

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on 1 breakfast morocco and the truth is abundant and very tasty, typical cakes of bread, orange juice, coffee, and pancakes with several containers of jam, honey and oil. Was what we needed to start the route with the batteries installed and was at that moment when we decide whether the red terra risking the adventure continues with or otherwise got along to a workshop. As the problems was low, I did not give more importance not to let down from the 4000rpm and with this we prepare to leave. Again riding backpacks, bags and drums, to stop outside to refuel and all lined road "Merzouga.

router At the gas station buying a drum, because it brought to go cayéndosele is burned with the exhaust pipe and put a hole, this container would it reached the "Merzouga, but is not the same because it was smaller than ours. Route started and we realize that we are surrounded by mountains with a plain to them and not a single tree. So it is not surprising that at this time when it rains rivers create enormous drag all that is put forward, including all the bridges we went through, half works by recent floods.

Everything went well, no rain, not much air and little traffic, the bike was normal and this time I had placed in the middle of rhetoric and router, rather than anything so as not intending to leave me there hehe. We were on the N15.

A little further on our right we see a mountain with a message in Arabic, which covers several miles and it really is impressive.

Latitude: 32 ° 41'52 .43 "N Longitude: 4 ° 38'31 .95" W

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to a junction with a wide and well paved road to the right left direction Midelt "and we left to" Er-Rachidia, N13. Now it was spending an atlas, but not very cold as we had not put on the raincoat. The climbs are not very pronounced, not as in my dear Asturias how much I remembered it for its lush green mountains, and arrived without difilcutad to the top, 1907m Col Tizi n'talghaumt.

Later we passed the impressive Ziz Valley, near "Rich" and not indifferent to what happens for the modest highway Morocco. A valley carved by the river, leaving the walls ziz amphitheater-shaped throats giant, which suggests the vastness of water that must have been all over Morocco.

Enjoying the landscape, became the demons that made the red stop on the roadside, a little later, the red terra stops again. My blood piled in the heart to see that would not start and now the sound was different. Fearing the worst and leaving ply fingering thousand sites engine to run, but the low jet is completely blocked because it is approaching at low speed and stand, there is the problem the starter, making this unstable.

A harsh penalties got to keep going, but every time the bike is stopped before. If you had total confidence that this would not now what was so clear and ever more despairing. The last stop was watching the entrance to Er-Rachidia, and a bit relieved because there was the fatal outcome, the bike and not start. Thinking that do ply pulls a rope and decide to tow the bike from yours.

Needless to say, that was exhausting the reach Er-Rachidia, towed by a motorcycle you have to be fully synchronized with the front not to create dangerous moments where we both go down.

We arrived at the center and there was a unique moment for Morocco, a passerby stops and tells us that meets a mechanic and leads to a street not far away, where we found to be the 2 nd workshop unofficial derby.

there with a few tools, the mechanic removed the bike almost completely and perform a thorough cleaning of the carburetor, and other pipes that feed it. The workshop was surrounded by other open and working as everywhere in Morocco, on the street. This gave me a better impression than the previous mechanic, but I was a little nervous when removed tank, carburetor, side covers and left the bare chassis.

By midafternoon, I had lost a clockwise direction, a girl approached us and invited us to tea at home and as a router and rhetoric are very confident , accepted without hesitation. So when the mechanic finished assemble, test the bike himself and pay, 250 diharms, accompanied the girl and her sister to live with their parents. Once there, they invited us to eat and after all day fighting with the bike without eating, we accept very grateful, so there were dining at a round table with a Moroccan family who had just met and that their faces were happy to greet us. And at night we said goodbye to the parents and three brothers, with many questions about this new form of entertainment only seen in Moroccan soil we tread, but not before trying on my part to do something to compensate for the hospitality and the computer I had ( adsl, internet, facebook, email, ..) I installed a antivirus because they suffered cuts and problems of phishing.

With dark, continue the path of "Merzouga" through "Erfoud", "Rissani, and arrival at the Kasbah Le Touareg to late at night, with a concern postponed for the next day to get the bike was very unstable "again" and the sound much more harsh.