Marrakech was calling today. But before the Casa-Boys and me had to organize and fix some random stuff. We met in their garage and had a typically Moroccan breakfast with tea and soup. If you ever pass Casablanca with your motorbike there is no way leading past it (N 33°35.644/ W007°37.511).
Ahmed left, Ayoub right and the mechanic trying to fix my case lock. Ayoub has already picked up my insurance in town. Is it destiny or luck but after the first days without they controlled my documents the first time today at one in many traffic controls.
Sorry Ahmed, but I wouldn't change my KTM against a GS, to much breakable electronic.
The route was leading me through that beautyful landscape. Even if there are things we would consider as suspicous I may discover all these lovely people. All your smiles, handshakes and swinging your hands from the scooter, truck or on the sidewalk make me happy.
I am not sure if this was german standard.
Just before closing the year 2015 in Marrakech these things happen. When writing this post two suprised guys were staring my bike. Günther and Udo were wondering about my license plate - they are from Heidelberg as well.
Looking forward for a fantastic 2016! Tomorrow Agadir then off to Sahara desert.