Todgha gorge and a good deed

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This was my view this morning just north of Tinghir. I camped at the bottom of a bank next to a dried up river.

A dry river bed somewhere near Tinghir, Morocco.

And, this was my bike as I tried to leave.

I dropped my CRF250L motorcycle in a dry river bed somewhere near Tinghir, Morocco.

The terrain was very challenging and got the better of me. I had removed heavy items to help me lift the bike.

Made new friends with goats as they crossed the road.

Goats crossing the road whilst a van waits in Morocco.
Goats crossing the road in Morocco.

The route into Tinghir passed through a series of canyons called the Todgha Gorge.

Todgha Gorge canyon, Morocco.
Todgha Gorge canyon, Morocco.

There were some cool buildings based at the bottom. Lots of shade from the sun!

Buildings at the bottom Todgha Gorge, Morocco.
A closeup of buildings at the bottom Todgha Gorge, Morocco.

These two appeared to be hotels.

Hotel at bottom of Todgha Gorge, Morocco.
Closeup of hotel in Todgha Gorge, Morocco.

As the canyon approached Tinghir, it opened up into a layer of green palm trees and buildings. Some looked really old, and perhaps uninhabited (my guess).

Green fields as I entered Tinghir, Morocco.
Palm trees as I entered Tinghir, Morocco.
Palm trees and green fields as I entered Tinghir, Morocco.

In Tinghir, I bought fruit and vegetables from the market. Sounds silly, but I was slightly apprehensive because I've bought everything in shops so far. The bananas were cheaper! I picked up a tomato and asked how much. Their response appeared to say and gesture no. I edged closer to offer 1 Dirham, but they persisted and rejected it. I guess my one tomato wasn't worth the hassle. They were incredibly kind and smiled throughout, as did I. I was very humbled by their generosity.

Mobile phone reception is not great in more remote areas. My SIM card had expired, so I wanted to try a different provider hoping for better signal too. I couldn't figure out how to add money to the SIM card, and the bank had closed at midday (reopened at 15:30). I asked the security guy at a bank who promptly passed me on to a young man behind the counter who spoke English. He explained step by step what I needed to do and what buttons I should press when ringing the French number to add credit. It worked!

Heading towards Alnif, I spotted a guy trying to kick start his motorcycle in the middle of a vast open expanse on a long straight road. It didn't seem right, so I stopped. His name was Santri and he'd ran out of fuel. I offered him some of my spare fuel that I carry with me. It worked! He was super happy, as was I :) A good deed!

Santri, the local Moroccan guy, who I helped with spare fuel for his motorcycle.

I managed to get a photo of a ridiculously overloaded vehicle, because it was stationary. This is just crazy!

A lorry heavily overloaded with hay in Morocco that pulled into a fuel station.

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