Special edition for Uncle Joachim with best regards for him and his family and friends

After the autumn-winter preparation and running training, on March 14 began the journey towards Frankfurt (Germany) bus who Bedzula borrowed from his dad. After the defeat of 1283 km we arrived at the airport, from where we had a flight to Fez in Morocco. City of Fez was our start to admire the beauty of the country Berbers and Tuaregs. Morocco is the most mountainous country north-west Africa, which extends the range of the Atlas, which was our main goal for the bike.
In Fez night we landed at the airport we had to declare the purpose of the visit, complete the form that the luggage is our bike. All managed to get very smoothly thanks to the positive attitude of airport service. The airport money changers changed the Moroccan dirham U.S. dollar on and we started to look for a shuttle to the hotel. Search did not take us too long, because once appeared in eight taxi drivers with whom haggling about the price of a taxi. As in Morocco duty to bargain it was at the same time a lot of laughter and pat on the shoulder. We agreed a price (100 dirham), each of us was riding alone, because he had to earn a cabbie, to passenger cars, moreover, hard to be packed four boxes of bikes. We stayed in the hotel next to the blue Cascade entrance gate to the medina. Price for a double room 75 dirham / day per person.

Later that evening we went for a little walk through the narrow streets of the medina. It's easy to get lost in this maze so as far venture not yet far enough away from, however, were lost The first impression that I got the crap is total, the weight of emaciated cats and wafting the smell of hashish. Fatigue gave flight to know, abdomen also demanded some food so went in the hotel diner where tagine well arranged push by red wine and mint tea called "Berber whiskey". I lay down to sleep at three in the hope that the island. This illusion was hope! About five in the morning woke me up music for the whole medina is announcing me that morning and stand up as Allah has commanded. Thus began a second day, in the "Feziku". The second day we planned to visit the medina, we wanted to necessarily see the leather tanneries and monuments, which offered the 2

medina. With the help came to us Moroccan student who offered his help "is not a fee." Thanks to him we saw the production and dyeing (smell amazing) for people whose legs were in different colors according to which trampled dye skin, madrassa (Koranic school) Al-Attarine the beginning of the fourteenth century, the era Merenides, the mosque of Al-Karaouine , tombs Merenides (the ruins of the city on the hill).

After sightseeing, we hit the bikes to the bus station to buy tickets to Merzouga. Tickets cost 50 dirham / person, and the operator on the route was Supra Tours. Check out the 23 and in front of us over 6 hours on the bus. We reach Merzouga at 5 in the morning. Above the town is still a mist, which does not interfere with the local in an attack on tourists after getting off the bus. After a while, around us there is "Tuareg" in branded sneakers and bike;) immediately suggests the best place to sleep and everything starts to stack our plan for the duration of your stay, the sentence "Today is good day to stay here, tomorrow bus to Zagora" we laugh to tears. With a smile, offered thanks to him for help and getting on our bikes we begin to look for a place to break down the tents. It's cold, hungry look of peace to make breakfast. Skull years my right, then left, admiring the views, little, what did not baptize bike, pee, relief! Small black worms run the sand, one evaporator in the morning burst of energy desire the romping. Camels are coming. It is beautiful!

We find a place to break down the tents between dunes .Scenery make breathtaking, doing some pictures and start preparing something to eat. I use equipped military Esbit cooker on fuel solid and with Bedzul start to cook the pasta. At the same time, Philip and Damian use his Primus and so we passed the time to prepare a meal. After supper, drink tea, and everyone travels in a different direction in order to enjoy the surrounding eye scenery. In the evening bedtime we're shooting a video of a small scorpion that appeared near our tents, moments gaze into the sky where the beauty of the stars give an amazing effect (never before so beautiful sky I have not seen). Sleep. Morning on the dunes of Erg Chebi welcomes us with warm rays of the sun, eat breakfast, pack lumber and head towards Rissani the way small video recording and making small purchases in Merzouga. In store where we shopping suddenly a group of children crying for candy. We bought and distributing each of them seeing a smile on their face. Try not to get one is normally crying spasms. For stocks, each of us bought more "bambu" and so it went on about 12 route to Rissani. Asphalt road to Rissani about 37 km, riding me well, from time to time I stop to take pictures or collect pebbles cooler. On the way, we meet locals who can be alone, not hurrying anywhere run on their donkeys. In Rissani we eat dinner in good company owner who gives us practical advice. Moments we stop at the market, I want to buy garlic because Bedzul and Damian slightly sick. Bought Chinese and made me anger. A few photos and continued shooting after with more flat. After driving 75 km starts getting dark and time looking for a place to sleep. We find them on the farmers, help us mint tea and the exchange of pleasantries we go to the place where he pitched tents. We make small fire, Damian makes tea and we sitting and talking about life. The morning sun, full of optimism, we go to Alnif. In front of us about 67 km. Philip breaks at the start of one of the screws on the bridge. None of us has a backup of a suitable length that would fit. Despite this, tighten the one that was and Philip goes on. Assume missing in Alniff we get. Begin the first small driveways. For now, they are small for me. Hot, 28 C, drinks plenty of water. Views such that they often stop and picture. We stop for a rest in the shop light "Azurite kiosque", do a little shopping ;bars, water loads ,on the occasion charge of the phone and GPS. Going forward.

Arrive to Alniff when it is already dark. Damian was in the back, flu attacked him. We start to get nervous. I'm calling. Receives call back. Today we sleep in a cheap hotel. Time for shower. Cold water. The bar eating bad chicken. The room we sit and talk about nothing, laughter, clouds of smoke floating in the room. Sleep. Peace to all. We get up around 10; we go to the market to buy oranges and vegetables. Philip get the bolt goes to the bridge. It brings too long but at least it is impossible to tighten the two screws on the bridge. For breakfast bread tin fish and vegetables from the market. Delicious. In nearby shop guys buyer fossils "trilobites", I mention a Brahim, small pendant of euro2012 Poland for fossil pendant. Both are very happy. The email addresses exchange. Shaking hands and turning towards Nkob. Hard blows, it's hard to riding. The maximum speed I managed to get to 14 km / h After 16 km we find that you cannot get to Nkob bike because we would run out of time in with the sophistication of the route to Marrakech. We decide to grab a four-vehicle. He goes after about 40 minutes, stop the pickup. Already sitting in the back of the two ladies wrapped in shawls. We set the price of travel; we pack our bikes and ride. Several times to stop because the driver distributes make the surrounding villages. In one of them suddenly jumped price for shuttle us to Nkob, light gets very angry but manages to reach an agreement. As in Morocco, smile, pat on the shoulder and it is fine and dandy bargain. The driver, a nice old man, talking about football. Real Madrid fan. We get to Nkob. After unpacking the bike out of the car turns out that Bedzula grabbed the gum. A moment before mentioned tube goes. Small group of people around us curiously our presence. There is the usual kind Moroccan who offers accommodation in one of the kazb. Haggle over the price of the phone with the owner, poor connectivity. It proposes 212 dirham for four people (guys laugh.) Do not come to an agreement. Takes us to the Moroccan Kasbah other market in which we

reach and sleep for 45 dirham / person. We make dinner, talk moments. Sleep.

I get up quite early for us the day we are waiting for us after a fairly long driveway rough terrain. At a gas station to buy gasoline Primus. Here we go! Going down the side road leading to the Jbel Sahro. Start the driveway, we are at 997 meters above sea level, the road rocky corners, you have to be careful to not crash. We are eagle to the village of Adar N'Tassaunte. Several mud houses and well-kept fields herbs. A child asks for a cure. We give some aspirin and bandages. In the end, our eyes appear Jbel Sahro. Fantastic view. Nearby we see little hotel with camping. We ask about the price of the tent. Price not acceptable even bartering but not surprising because a large group around the British. We decided to go a bit further, some 100 meters away tents pitched for free with great views of the mountain landscape. Microwave in motion, Polish noodles "Anna" cook. Today, pasta with strawberry jams. Sleep.

We pack our tents and head to fight the driveway to the pass Tizi n'Tazazert. Can do the trick, I'm pleased with his power in the legs. Very often it stops to take pictures because I regret it would not capture what my eyes see. On the way we pass 4x4 with an English photographer. I meet him again when I decide to take a break for 2008 meters. I meet a local who offers me the knife. Asking Price 350 dirham. I manage to get down to 110 dirham and buy knife from cedar. Fantastically made, balanced, and of the smell! Bedzula commute and together we're shooting on the upwards. We are at the top, 2307 meters above sea level. A moment of enthusiasm, a green pet contemplates the stone behind us, Damian sees interesting birds. Set camera, slate and filming the clip.

After a hard driveway will finally descend. Unfortunately the weather is totally bad. Rain start, we stopped several times to wait precipitation. Normally used to protect the painting foil. Hard downhill, slippery, stones, hops. We arrive to the asphalt. We stop at the well fills up bottles and bottles of 1.5 l. Start the twilight so looking for accommodation. Accommodation is found in families who allow our tents on the property. Extremely friendly people, they immediately gave us mint tea, then soup with bread, lentils to the very end to bring us the lamb skewers. We did a small revenge and give them Knor soup. As we were very tired was just a moment when each of us packed in a sleeping bag. It rains all the time, wondering whether or not to move. From time to time we look at the sky and think what to do. In the mean time as we talk to repay such a nice party. We decided to ask if we leave dirham. As the it was hard to communicate (I do not know French) on a stick I wrote amount of money we want to leave behind. The master of the house said it does not fit him. I wrote better and to my surprise, he picked up a stick and wrote an amount less than what I suggested at the beginning. We decide to go further, however, because the time for us chasing Morocco. Clearing a bit in order to once again began rain. Asphalt but there are parts of normal rubble. We get to the road sign Quarzazate - Errachidia. It is no longer raining; it is heavy fall of rain!

Terribly cold, beat the crap out wheel face. After 10 km each of us on the head with it just to stop someone to get us a ride to Tinghir. On the side we see the truck, stop and ask driver for a ride. Bad 7

luck, we come across a driver who happened to be prepared to sleep. We go further in the downpour, we get to Imiter and there unexpectedly for us someone sound the horn. This is the same truck! Apparently the driver did regret and catching up with us packed into a truck. We have given a few packs of cigarettes to driver.

Tinghir, a small town of about 40 thousand. Residents greeted us with rain. After unloading the bike from the truck begin to look for a cheap hotel. Around a lot of the building, new blocks, hotels. We look to the first hotel, three stars, nice decor but it give up and the next two because of the high prices. We are a budget hotel "Salam" near a small station with a view of the park. Very attractive price for only 50 dirham / person. After checking into the room spread the strings and hang them completely wet clothes. Time for a shower. A bathroom is a small cubicle with a big red pot next to the tap and pour a small bucket up. Real hardcore but no problem. The water was hot. Eat a meal at a local bar, sipping mint traditionally tea. Start getting dark, we want to look city. A lot of people, in the distance you can hear some music, in TV game, FC Barcelona match. In Morocco counts either Barca or Real. We buy oranges and wrap to the hotel. Surely we are two days because there is no chance that we get dry clothes. Late in the morning we hit the market to buy vegetables and bread for breakfast. In a small shop buying out the entire stock of dried mint. Day passes us shopping. Star SILVER buy the south, two pairs of leather sandals and small things for family. Visit the Jewish kazb, shopkeeper leads us and in return for this we have to visit the gift shop. We buy him some souvenirs. Meet Joshua, Moroccan living in the Netherlands. Leads us around the city, invites us to a restaurant for a beer. He is angry because the followers of Islam do not sell liquor. However, no problem buying wine to take

away. And that religion is here guys;) The sky scored in the spirit of hope for better weather.

Wake up, canned fish on breakfast. Goodbye with the hotel staff and full of energy directed toward the panorama of Tinghir. Great panorama so I decided to do make picture. To slow down, does not happen unclip from the pedal spd and I crashed. I go on, after a while the wind snatches hat. Must me chasing him. Asphalt, high traffic for bus trips to Todre. I pulled over the place, soaking my feet in the river, a lot of tourists, climate, holidays, joy, families sitting on blankets, picnics. Powerful vertical rock doing impression. Ideal place for those who climb the rocks. Drive forward. Along the way we meet a Japanese biker, moments of talking, we do a commemorative photo. Few kilometers far greets us young Germans traveling by old Volkswagen, in Poland we call this model cucumber. For way we get bunch bananas. Whole time we go narrow paved road, almost no car traffic to the town Tamtetoucht.

We stop at "The Fouyt" led by a young Moroccan Abdou. The hotel has a very nice atmosphere. We order tea and please do something quickly to eat. Abdou brings great scrambled eggs with 15 eggs with vegetables. I settled ankle, it gets fun, Moroccans are playing the drums, but trying to beat something better comes to me wagging my head, joins us old Belgian, the battle hardened trapper. So funny that we get an invitation to the Arab wedding. About 22 of the shoe to move home newlyweds. Welcome and we enter the home. Wedding guests sitting on the ground, except furniture were all elevated because so many people are in. Probably the whole village is. The event moves to the outside, we stand in a circle, clap and sing "suitcase, suitcase ...", in the middle of the bride dancing with suitcase on his head. Damaged minibus come. In the middle drunk driver, mumbling who serves a high percentage of tasting spirit. For mine is around 50% strong. It is late we back. We pack the minibus with a drunk driver which tasted the drink, the way it goes with some engine problems. After all, are still optimistic;) Stalled and will not start. Get off bad luck and wants to shove uphill minibus. I fall from laughter. Flat terrain all who rode on the bus with the shoe have decided to go back to their homes or hotel. Rain start again. The roof is leaking but what is surprising since all the cops, armed bamboo. Roof probably from reed. We moved to another room.

Morning and raining again. We ask that in Morocco it is often at this time of year. Abdou says it is usually hot and little rainfall. We pack up and move in the direction of the target Msemrir place; ravine Dades. Today driveway waiting for us, the rain interferes with drive. Often shove bikes. I found myself going stick with him every now and then stopping and cleaning the bike and tires. Uphill all the time. We pass the camp of people who graze goats. The live in tents or caves. First time I saw that old grandmother so soon after stones barefoot from mountain. It was coincided with the worst experience in Morocco because poverty in the region these people were dreadful. Pitched tents, rocky space. Do sleep to accept the position as little rocks digging into my back and ass. Night falls.

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Another day in Morocco, all the time go uphill. Our goal is to peak in 2640 mnpm. The rain stopped. Rout is rocky and often disappears. We keep the planned summit trough river. We reach around 13. Rest, photo shoots and went down for Msemrir. At the congress bears me some stupid fantasy and not knead speeding around a corner on the front of the wheel appears five stones. To brake for high speed and rider change in aviator Morales kurwacaramba, uj, paraidos ... "I landed, loss : bruised knee specifically, shabby left hand, blood, bent the left brake, curved horn and crushed handlebar mount at the left corner, a few meters far front pouch. I had to raised healthy adrenaline. Few kilometers away Bedzula grabs gum again. Times go by us older gentlemen from England on motorbikes. One of them applies the patch on my knee because I do not think in nerves about me. More important was bicycle;) To Msemrir I reach without incident. Again driveway, downhill and uphill. Finally we get to the main road, go through Tidrite, Tilout to Ait Said a few miles away where we stay at the hotel.

After spending the night in the hotel, we set off on further track. Asphalt, after a few kilometers, some French people inform us that the road is impassable because the river flooded it. Thanked for the information and went to the see what happens. The river flooded the way but not as difficult as we have been informed. This passage could you drive sitting on bike. Bedzula received 11

thunderous applause from foreign retirees as he let go of the first and beat it without paddles help ;) Dades Valley makes sure to visit while in Morocco. Commute to serpentine in Dades, again I have a problem with the pedal spd namely boot block me loose and I had to control, respectively fall. The block did not want to unclip the leg lying struggled for a few minutes speaking to her in Polish juicy words. Breathtaking view. In distance we see the campers climb uphill. With our height looked like miniature cars. Philip with Damian they set the camera. Downhill, blocks binder, generally healthy team gets the in the ass .We stop in the store, buy lunch. In the shop we meet Peter, an older gentleman from Germany who was also drive on bicycle. He looks like a veteran of this type of trip. Trough good 15 km ride on the same route. We leave to our earlier holding the Polish traced track. Clouds darker again, it starts to rain, sun, rainbow is still, miss only flying stork. Route rocky. I have hard crisis. Hard to me going. Begin to thunders. We look for a place to break tents. Around rocky terrain, vegetation is prickly widgets. Pitched on the flat ground, under looks like channel of river. Lightning starts. We in the tent, storm come. After hour wind gets up, pulls tents. After one storm and lull come another and another. Around 2 am breaking up the legs for any strange noises come in close proximity. We get out of the tents and there normally less than our flatter any 8 meters on river flows. I'm wondering what to do, we decide that the situation is dramatic in a tent full of broken down bars and escape, but where? I stated that everywhere it pours, I estimated risk, and I pee on the river and went to sleep. Unfortunately of falling asleep can be forgotten. That night passed four major storms. Fifth coming, but somewhere it wet. If storm come back probably overflow us.

After a heavy night the direction of the town of Tisguine n'Ait M'Rao. Lost GPS route and slightly error. Behind us I think the whole school runs. Few kids gives us a way, after a while, catching GPS route but it turns out that the river cuts us from the other side of the road. We use the help of kids who help us to cross the river to the right lane. Two in the front, and I in the middle, two at the back and just wrestle with the whirl. My legs in silt. I had to already let go of the bike but I think that after all I do not like Polish traveler Cejrowski barefoot via Morocco. The kids team gets after help 20 dirham for candy. Again driveway, I am recovering. Downhill and we reach the asphalt. We go on the

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Valley Rose. Around green, you can see the rain havoc. For Moroccans Rain is a joy and good luck. I collect calcite. I have already a pretty good set of stones.

We spend the night in the village of Bou Tharar at the 100 dirham per heads. In evening we go to the bar. Damian sees owl. Recalls him / her and he / she answered. He fascinated bird and enjoys. The piercing rays of the sun announce us that it's time to get up and go far. Packing up and move rested. Asphalt road, for a while chasing an aggressive dog, heat, peace. We pass the village Tourbiste, Hdida, Tabarkhachte and we reach the Kalaat M'Gouna. Decide here on the bus to Ouarzazate (Quarzazate) due to lack of time to beat the tour bike. Along the way, we pass that Peter directed toward Agadir (it is going to have the time of your bike :) Skoura, Idelsane, fairly large lake in front of the Quarzazate. In Quarzazate stop at cheap hotelu. 65 dirham for skull. City is well cared for; it is known film studio "Atlas Studios" in the filming of Gladiator, among other things, Russell Crowe and Joaquin Phoenixes. We tour of the city, eat cake bakery. A visit to the store to buy souvenirs. The most important thing has confirmed return tickets from Marrakech to Frankfurt. Internet caf you can easily find but the speed of the connection leaves a lot to be desired.

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With Recorded restaurant by the owner of one of the club with shisha, we eat fantastic dinner with a lot of meat. In evening sit in front of the hotel TV and we watch BBC World and there at the general news strike made by Polish miners in Warsaw. Turn off TV and go to bed. For the first time we were able to get up early in the morning. Hit for breakfast to the pub where we ate lunch day before. Water fueled, we're going to see Ait Ben Haddou. Breeze in our face, for what in the back! But we rade. Turn on Ben Haddou and get in the face of the strong wind. Nine kilometers we drove ... I do not even want me to write as I recall about this tour! After getting to the place we are looking place to sleep. Today sleep in tents. Pitched in some bushes. Do a cup of tea and knor soup because nobody nothing else wants to do. Rest and so the next day. Lumber wrap and go see ksar Ait Ben Haddou. Visit the ksar by two because someone has to watch over our bike. A lot of tourists, the largest number of Japanese photographers. Ait Ben Haddou looks beautifully, takes us some time before we get to the hill. Picture from all sides, even the stork has nest. I think it Polish because he knows how to set the location ... for pictures.

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End of tour, time to return to the route to Marrakech. The same stretch of nine kilometers at last, overcome by doing 15 minutes on the way images and video for the memorial. To Marrakesh decide to take bus. No any decomposition, do not know anyone so we are waiting lying on the parapet on the main road. After waiting more than 1 hour bus goes! Fast motion with his hand and stops. We pack our bikes, all they go on the roof, the driver attaches strings them and requires them to be sure by netting. Damian tested. Its OK.

The bus has a nice atmosphere, a man carries bags and other one goes with the chicken. A little regrets that we could not ride the route on bicycle. We will needed of two days because driveway 15

concrete. I am doing some pictures through glass and enjoying the view. Route to Marrakesh for a short stop at a stop. It happens to eat soup and talk time with one of the drives. Bus is full. About 25 kilometers before Marrakesh the bus breaks down. Download the bicycles, spread the bags and look forward to substitute. In Morocco, anyone anywhere in a hurry so the driver or this rule to apply. Replacement arrives after about an hour wait. Pack up bikes and ride back to Marrakech. Stop, bus station, jump out and going to the old parts of Marrakesh. We manage to find a cheap hotel "Al Bouharia". We go out in the evening to look around and like to get not lost as in Fez in the maze of winding streets. Need to careful walking on the streets because the Moroccans have some phase of the rides on scooter. Often they do it without purpose. We lost, and students helped to get to hotel.

Since this is our last day in Marrakech, we go to the bicycle shop boxes needed to pack bikes and panniers. The maximum permitted weight of the plane is 30 kg. For boxes we paid 50 dirham. Time for shopping! Chess, bones, caps, one knife, etc. After shopping, we go to the square Djemaa elFina. There some guys attack me with snakes. I defense but they pushy and I have a snake on me. I attacking about the picture and the guy have attacked me about 500 dirham. So far, I do not know if I have a picture of a snake which I paid only 50 dirham. Bargaining to the base and do not let intimidate venom! I had pissed the cassette shell out for the opening of the hose to cool off I drink two glasses of juice squeezed orange. Twilight and back to the hotel to start packing. Of course, after you stay in Morocco, a man caught in symptom of slowly. Play with bones and some descended to 3 of packing in cardboard.

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Day of flight. Packed day waiting for the arrival of the man lined up as we bought a box that had us down for to airport. He not came and we had to install some vehicle on speed. In the parking lot I see suitable for the transport of boxes mini car Isuzu. Old Moroccan curious about what we mean. Shows the vehicle that interests me and he's already looking for the owner. After 15 minutes, returned with the owner and after determining the fare from the hotel to the airport we go. We pack the boxes and move. From crate I do some pictures, the wind affects the face but I do not care. Airport and we expect the flight to Frankfurt.

Ps. Companions of departure: Mateusz Bedzula Bedzyk 17

Damian Nowak Filip Bocianowski

From left to right: Damian, Matthew B, Matthew L, Philip

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