Morocco – Day 6 – Lamhamid (Foum Zguid) -> Tata -> Akka -> El Kasba -> Legzira Beach -> Mirleft (543 km)
When we got up in the morning and went to the hotel terrace to see what the river looked like, we witnessed what appeared to us an amazing view. A large amount of water, mud and stones was still flowing in the middle. I ran the drone and headed it towards the river to make a film and take pictures. See it for yourselves.
We left the hotel a little after 9. Unfortunately, a policeman was waiting just over the river. He stopped Pawel and at the beginning we were forced into a several minute stop. It turned out that it was nothing compared with what we were confronted with 10 km on. Then we crossed the river again. Unfortunately, it was impossible. The bridge that once stood there had been destroyed a long time before, and the dirt was still flooded with water at a depth of nearly a meter. We could not risk it. There was no chance to ride through it.
We decided to wait hoping that the river level would fall. At that time, we made ourselves a cup of coffee. Pawel went to examine whether it was possible to ride through upstream. Some of us also sought the advice of the local people as to the possibility of avoiding the ford. Unfortunately, even after an hour, even though the water had subsided somewhat, riding through was still impossible.
After checking the detailed maps and suggestions from the locals, we decided to check out a certain detour. It demanded going back about 8 km and riding a further 8 km along something that only resembled a road, and actually it was a trail creeping up the surrounding, small hills with stones on top and sometimes large sized ones in places.
Adam and Rafal overcame this section first. I got to the point where I thought that at least two of the bikes, which other friends had were not able to overcome these obstacles and I went back to the group with this piece of not so good news.
After about an hour, when the water level did not lower further and Adam and Rafal appeared on the other side of the river, we gathered to discuss the options as to what to do next. Brief consultations between Adam and me on the intercom confirmed that the most difficult section of the trail was through the hills just at the beginning, and later it would be easier. The decision was made quickly. We would try to cover the route, which Adam and Rafal had ridden along. In places where it was to be very difficult, we would help all friends on our RTs and GTLs.
In short, after a good hour of riding through the rocks, puddles and mud, the remainder of the group was helping each other on the other side of the ford. At this point I have to apologize to Grzes and Piotr for doubting their skills and abilities on motorcycles.
Given the fact we’d lost several hours, we continue the ride quite fast, more so that we wanted to reach the ocean before sunset. We saw a lot of wild camels along the way.
Approaching the ocean, riding downhill from the mountains, we had an amazing view of the sunset. We arrived at the famous beach at Legzira at the very last minute. We ran to take a few more pictures of these extraordinary structures created by the forces of nature.
The most famous and largest arch collapsed this year. The only trace of what had been was the place of its detachment from the top. The rest, namely the sand and rocks had been largely taken away by the ocean. Fortunately, there was one more bow under it where we took some pictures. I admit that going through it, running as a matter of fact, my heart was in my mouth.
Returning from the beach, really tired, we walked into a bar for fish and chips and Moroccan salad. At the end we were about 30 km away from the hotel, well…a guesthouse to be exact. Leaving the parking area, I rode up to the main road, but it was sharply uphill, and when I stopped to see if anything was coming my way, my sweetheart decided to lie down. Her legs were virtually finished, so I let her rest for a while. Fortunately, Adam followed me and helped me pick her up. There were similar situations, which had occurred on two occasions during the expedition to North Cape. I knew that my sweetheart would not get up herself, as it was impossible. And so the two of us made it extremely easy.
Feeling very tired, having done a total of more than 543 km to Mirleft, we arrived long after dark.
Advice: It is clearly evident that lights should be well positioned. As a matter of course, when you pack the motorcycle, check the regulation of the height of lighting and (if you have them) halogens. It is worth checking and recording the fact that turning the adjustment screw 5 times for example, reduces or increases the light at a given distance. This way you will improve visibility and thus your riding safety in the dark.