Hello from Tafraout, Morocco! 🇲🇦
It’s pretty sketchy riding at night in the countryside. There’s no street lights, no reflectors and Moroccans LOVE to drive in the middle of the road. It’s become a pet peeve of mine as each vehicle has their own lane, but oncoming traffic insists on sharing my lane with them. I’ve had to swerve out of the way into dirt a few times. My fast paced heart reminds me I’m still alive after these encounters that I’ve survived another day to do it all over again.
And here I am riding off to see more rocks. The dust game in Tafraout is strong. The fine powdery sand creeps onto the road and turns two lanes into one. Still rideable, but sketchy as some parts of the road are especially thick and I don’t feel like getting stuck like I did in the Sahara.
Morocco’s arid environment is harsh to survive in. No matter how much water I drink, I always feel dehydrated. My fingertips are cracking, my throat is dry, my voice cracks and there’s fine sand and dust everywhere. But it’s all about perspective isn’t it?
Despite all these factors, I’m still grateful I get to live like this.