What an amazing day! I left Ceuta again through checkpoint Charley and this time had another Morrocan help with the formalities. Then down south along the beach to Marti, which is strewn with all new developments – good for Marocco, bad for the beautiful Marocco as it was. Tetouan a block of buildings, nothing worthwhile, but perhaps quiet as it is Ramadan, which means no eating, drinking or smoking during daylight hours and fundamentally changes the country during the day for one month. Ramadan in August is tough in the heat.

Back to the beach to find the N2 mainroad is really just a building works, but exactly what the hungry for adventure rider wants with his hungry for adventure enduro. The BMW performs amazingly. Then cut through North to Chefchaouen, which is beautiful from afar. Cut back through the mountain doing justice to my T-Shirt “the end of the road is just the beginning. A closed road and then you go. A couple of technical pieces mastered brilliantly by the BMW, reminding me of the road into “the hell” in SA. Ended up driving through some families home (ok between their shacks) but I felt like sitting on their sofa.

Beautiful riding across a ridge of a mountain with valleys dropping of either side of the road. People in general astonished by a biker standing up, and friendly. Along the N2 along the spectacular coast, a mega building works and grand taxis that must have steel poles instead of shocks, or a Hercules in each wheel. Arrived in el-Jehba, where the people leave you in peace without constantly hustling you, and spent a good part of the Barcelona Madrid game (this is BIG in Marocco) chatting to Mohammed in Italian, a local teacher and a very friendly man. I thought it would be strange, but here in this town I feel totally at ease. A nice feeling!