One thing to keep in mind while riding in countries like Morocco is the smells are unlike anything else: mostly good, but some very bad. As we left the city I caught wind of heavy sewage, burning garbage and something rotting; this along with my newly acquired stomach bug, had me questioning how quickly I could stop the bike and get my helmet off should the need arise.<\/p>\n
Sitting at 2,260 metres in altitude, the Tizi n\u2019Tichka Pass is the highest mountain pass in all of North Africa. The summit offered a spectacular view of mountains covered in tan and muted blues and greens.<\/p>\n
As we descended at each corner of the road, as if to watch for bad drivers, was a dog basking in the sun; there were at least 50 of them in the small stretch of road as we rode down from the summit.<\/p>\n
A Salty Bride Price<\/strong><\/p>\n We began moving away from the Atlas Mountains toward the Merzouga Desert. There was a grand shift in views and along with it, culture. We left the tight and busy roads lined with stray dogs and clay houses and traded it for more rural areas with small markets, and people selling knitted goods for the coming winter. Into the Desert<\/strong><\/p>\n As we approached the town of Merzouga and saw nothing but dry…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Experiencing the Atlas Mountains and the Sahara Desert, and wondering \u201chave I been sold into marriage for five kilograms of salt?\u201d In our March issue, Emily Roberts embarked on a journey via Aventura Motorcycle Tours from Malaga, Spain, across the Strait of Gibraltar to Tangier, Morocco. The ride took her down the Atlantic Coast to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":61847,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2439,228],"tags":[2237,2452,2453,1470,2171,2147],"yoast_head":"\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/motorcyclemojo.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/DSC8457-Edit-300x200.jpg\")
We followed the road to Teoulet, and the previous Pasha\u2019s kasbah. What looked to be a ruin and ready to crumble revealed to have an immaculate interior, with beautiful tilework and an incredibly detailed plastered ceiling. \u201cOne kilo of salt for her hand in marriage,\u201d the kasbah guide said to Ricardo, I quickly piped up and said, \u201cI\u2019m worth at least five!\u201d We all laughed as the local then agreed that five kilos would be acceptable. My laugh then turned to a nervous giggle, wondering if he was serious.<\/p>\n
\nThe roads seemed to get stretched by both ends; what once was nothing but twisted and kinked soon became straighter and flatter. In Alnif we stopped at a place called Caf\u00e9 Saghro, owned by a lovely local named Mohamed, a geologist and a guide for many international geological treks. He explained the history and significance of the area and showed us some fossils of the first multi-celled organisms that crawled earth.<\/p>\n