After the first part of the trip I had to return to Swiss precision and refined, dry civilisation. But now I am travelling back to Marrakech and I can feel the excitement building in me.

Upon arrival the customs officer takes an intense interest in a new back tyre I have brought with me. I am unsure if I can actually tell him that I left the country without taking my trusted metal camel Gladys. They tend to be a little precise in these matters, as I am sure many cars are illegally “imported” every year. But eventually he lets me go.

I rush into the airport parking hoping for the best and fearing the worst. But why, the bike is standing exactly where I had left it…

After getting myself organised, meaning driving Moroccan style without a helmet to the hotel where I had left all my stuff, I am determined to get out of the city as quickly as possible. I decide to explore East towards Demnate. I have wonderful off-road conditions with snow capped mountains in the distance.

In the evening I set up camp for the night witnessing a beautiful sunset over a lake, Barrage Moulay-Youssef.