I Think..!?Mark and I met at the airport as planned and we quicly managed to get his bike out of customs without much bother. Once out headed for the campsite in Lisbon where Id been staying for a couple of days then out for dinner and getting to know each other; sounds like a mills and boon doesn;t it:

the keyboards are still an unknown entity to me so please be patient.
Anyhow; we set off soonest south to get for the ferry port the next day and after having an initial hiccup of Mark putting DIESEL in his tank we got down to Algecieras witin a few days. Deisel; whod have thought it hey. ha ha ha.
Im jumping on this blog a bit and know Im missing loads out but the backtracking is killing me.
We met up with fellow riders; brit on their way down to Morocco on their BMWs and continued south with them quickly overtaking us doing 90 or so.Once we got into Morocco; it was a blast down the coast through Rabat and Casablanca where we met up with Migo; another rider for the trip to Cape Town. A cool German on his KTM 950 Adventure. We had time to do a couple of touristy stuff like see the Hassan 2 mosque, which is the worlds third largest mosque and really impressive. Seeing mosques has never been my thing but this one is well worth the visit.

Once that was done we have bomburst down south and spent the night camping in marrakesh visiting the famous market square where Mark had a monkey jump on his head, but the constant barrage of hassle from the locals annoyed me slightly and welcomed the cab ride back to the campsite.

Next day we headed down to Ouarazazate, one of the main jumping off points for desert travellers, or so it seems, with loads of 4x4 convoys coming and going with bikers on all sorts of enduro machine ploughing the roads. we had a blast getting there as the road from Marrakesh is superb for bikes and the scenery is awesome.
Once in Ourazazate, we pitched in the towns campsite and bumped into the fellow brit bikers and their BMWs again, but they were a man down after he,d had an accident with a local in another town and decided there,s no place like home.
Todays ride has taken us to Foum Zigoud, a few km;s south of Ouarazazate and closer to the desert weve been craving for and again the ride was a blast but started to run short of fuel for marks bike, ending up with a couple of litres left and bartering a price from a vendor and a hand operated pump. At the place seen below.......

Tomorrow, were headig for a town called Tata and the great scenery to look forward to............