The wind was ferocious this morning. I was on a hill and getting the full force of it. It was a struggle to keep the bike upright with feet down and the engine not running. When there was what seemed to be a lull, I plucked up the courage to start my decent down the hillside. Wasn't too bad once the bike was moving and I was sheltered by other parts of the hill. Eventually made it down in one piece!
I purchased a SIM card in Tanger, which was about a quarter the price of the Spanish one I had. Walking back to the bike, an elderly lady tried selling me tissues to which I politely declined. She instantly accepted this and also said "welcome" with a beaming smile!
The driving style out here is very different to what I'm used to. The cars can get very close from behind and when overtaking. Signals are seldom used. Lane markings appear to be for decoration, as do speed limits.
On the side of the road, there were many stalls selling pottery, such as tajines and water jugs. One stretch had about 20 stalls next to each other. I stopped to have a look and take a break from the sun.
The squat toilet was quite different to what I'm used to!
On the edge of a town, I noticed a long funnel of water that is used to irrigate crops. A perfect opportunity to fill up with water. About 30 people walked or drove by and they all said hello and smiled. One chap on a bike turned round to chat to me. He was very friendly and inquisitive about my journey.
Progress on the road was slower today. I didn't make it to Rabat, but it's only 15-20 miles away. I chose to find a spot to camp sooner than planned because the sun would soon set. Whilst exploring a potential area, it became a bit sandy, and a bit more again. I stopped to plan my route through the sand. This meant I would have to start the bike from sand, which can be tricky. This is where I came a cropper. My rear wheel dug into the sand I became stuck.
I scrapped away the sand and placed wood under and in front of the wheel to give it something to grip. The wood was old and my new tyres just slice through it like butter. The bike was on a slight incline, so I decided to take off the panniers and rock the bike backwards out of the hole. That worked! Phew! Having written this, I have just remembered that I should have deflated the tyre to a lower pressure to get more surface area contact with the ground. Will remember for next time.
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