The Atlas Mountains

Riding a motorbike through the High Atlas Mountains is something I have wanted to do for a very long time. I have read about it and seen pictures or them in many Motorbike magazine's and books back home and to me it was the start of a wonderful adventure. (check that off the bucket list) The atlas mountains are like a small grand canyon with a very interesting road through it. The road surface was reasonable but not for the faint of heart and I would not want to be riding a sport bike through here. The temperature was a dry 35 c until it decided to rain so out with the rain liner and up into the hills, with in minutes of it starting to rain the roads where awash with gravel and mud,
to maintain this road would be a full time job and this country of
Morocco I didn't feel has either the budget or the resources.
Passing overloaded trucks on tight hairpin corners with the crash barriers bent over the side, the large colourfully painted trucks spewing black diesel fumes and seeing the road washing away over the edge
was not something that gave a high feeling of comfort but the rain didn't last
and buy the time we descended the other side the sun was out again and we took time to take a few pictures.

On our way into the mountains when we stopped to put in our rain liners
and have a snack we happened to stop by a small mud and block
building and after removing our helmets I heard voices coming from inside
well after a couple of minutes we where greeted by a man about five feet tall holding a grubby silver tea pot and an also grubby glass. First he greeted us in French to which I struggled to reply so then he spoke eloquently in English offering us some of is sweet mint tea, well I don't like tea at the best of times but it would have been to rude to refuse so after offering him a piece of cheese we had taken from our home stay that morning we sipped sweet mint tea and smiled a lot at each other. This adventure we are on is a wonderful journey of discovery and we are both loving every minute of it.