So I left after having promised to return.

At the bottom of the valley the bike started to give problems and for the next 4 hours the trip continued at 35km/h, in 42 degrees. And so I crawled through the mountains to Fez, to find a mechanic. Anyone who knows cities here knows that it is not easy to find a needle in a haystack. But upon arrival in Fez I was promptly stopped by a probably uncertified guide – Arbie Ferrari, but he seemed a good man and since there is no BMW in Fez, my bike is now in the hands of a local mechanic.

He does have a local police BMW 650 from some years ago in his workshop, this makes me a little more comfortable. Next my tour guide started the usual tour, view over the city, mosaic and pottery works, medina, rip-off dinner, leather works etc. But is was nice enough. Ramadan in August is torture, in this heat not to drink anything at all. The latter evening was spent in the air conditioned Riyadh reading the reference bible lonely planet.