Easy rider (Part 2)

We didn’t have much time to rest after our ascent to Jbel Toubkal at 4167m. Next stop on our journey was Aït Ben Haddou. This lovely ksar, meaning castle in North African Maghrebi Arabic, was built along the former caravan route between the Western Sahara and Marrakech. Inside the defensive walls, which are reinforced by angle towers, houses crowd together – some modest, others, called kasbahs in Arabic, resemble small urban castles with their high angle towers and upper sections decorated with motifs in clay brick.

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Easy rider (Part 1)

When I told my mother I was going to spend fifteen days on the road, ten of which on a big and dangerous motorcycle, she nearly had a heart attack. The brilliant plan to go to Morocco by motorcycle and climb the highest peak of the Atlas mountains was made in a blink of an eye. The itinerary for the trip was to go from Zurich to Granada by car, with the motorcycle on a trailer, catch a ferry to Tanger, and then the plan was basically for the road to be our guide.

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