Laas and I left Rabat later than planned (which soon became a habit) and had chosen a route straight over the Atlas Mountains.
It turned out to be an epic choice, and took us up to around 2500 metres with some amazing views, scary-long unguarded roadside drops and beautiful, isolated villages where the kids come running to wave and I got my first while-riding-high-five. This is not a particularly safe practise for anyone, but is supremely rewarding for all parties.
We got a tranquil wild-camp in on the way where we saw the Milky Way, then the following day broke The Rule "Never ride at night in Africa" in some style riding side-by-side as my headlight isn't good enough to see by and Laas'rear bulb had blown.
That was probably even less safe, but we survived to tell the tale and were treated to an amazing dinner by Peter and Nizeb when we arrived at "Bikershome".
We spent the next day servicing our bikesand hearing Africa tips and stories from other overlanders staying there.
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