Chefchaouen - Fes

I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the forecast before our breakfast at Chefchaouen. We were about to face 40 Celsius  on our way to Fes and unfortunately so it was. My hottest May EVER. After the first kms all the way it felt like riding with a dozen of hair dryers aiming at me. You open the visor to get some air and it just gets worse. Nightmare. But there's worse and that's the accidents on the way so you come out of a corner and you may face things like this:

Talking about corners, the route we followed to Fes on the N8 had lots of them and nice ones but the terrible tarmac didn't allow that much of fun as it often felt like soap on marble crossing some awful towns on the way like Bab Berrad and Ketama. Part of the countryside is quite beautiful and I will never forget the exceptional smell of pine trees and eucalyptus that kept my helmet open with a big smile on my face.

We stopped on the way a couple of times to fight the dehydration. In one of them I met the least automatized toilet:

Yep...you have to fill that tiny basket and flush the thing by yourself.

Moroccans were quite attracted by our "exotic" bikes and wanted to have pictures of them:

A very sweet moment was @ Fes when our dear friend Susan offered some tiny kangaroos straight from Australia to a group of schoolgirls that seemed to suprise (and upset?) the woman who escorted them. They were so cute and thankful all the way till we missed them from our eyes:

 Our arrival at Fes was short of a nightmare in the heart of a heatwave, the city is chaotic maze and except the kind locals out of the touristic business everyone else is attacking you to sell you accommodation, hashish etc. I guess that hashish thing is going to follow me all the way as for them every long haired guy like me looks like a joint maniac to them. It was similar in Chefchaouen but Fes is much worse on people harassing you: They are crazy overpriced and they never show you what you ask them for - instead they lead you to some brother's cousin's place where they expect you to be stupid enough to get ripped off. They are so greedy and stupid that they didn't get a cent from our pockets though we'd happily leave them some money.

The hotel we finally stayed had no single rooms (I'm the single of the group) so I had to negotiate the price for one of their suites and here's what I've got:

Some guys might like "exotic" places like Fes but the part we managed to see last night was a dirty mess of tiny backstreets so narrow that you can't even take a photo. Interesting but not really my taste especially with the harassment described above. We didn't have that much of fun.

Gotta have my breakfast now - see you later :)

Tangier Med - Chefchaouen

A three day trip on a ferry can only be boring on a ferry like the one we got but was long enough to give us time to have a look on our maps on the long tables of the dining area.

We were only happy to finally make it to Morocco though the customs tried to vanish our joy sending us from one queue to the other and then got us waiting...

...and waiting...

...even though the paperwork was all finished on the ferry.

The first kms after Tangier where nothing special but the N16 following the east coast is a great ride that we accidentally took as we should head straight to Chefchaouen instead. The P4105 after Oued Laou was no worse at all climbing up the mountain and we arrived at Chefchaouen with a big smile on our faces.

We wondered around the town...

and then we decided to have something to eat and leave behind all those guys harassing us trying to sell all shorts of stuff (why the fuck everybody tries to sell joints ONLY to me? wtf? I am only a few hours in Morocco and these guys try to sell me all the hashish of the world!)

Here's the restaurant we picked:

and the goodies we ate:

Here's a challenge for you: have a look at where I am going to sleep right now and try not to die laughing:

Preggio - Livorno

We left the sweet village of Preggio on a lovely morning to make it to the port of Livorno. The first kms were very beautiful with lots of twisties in a very scenic mountain full of chestnut trees. Passed Lago di Trasimeno, short stop at Siena and a longer one at Voltera. Typical medieval town on the top of a hill and a good chance for some walk and cheese tasting.

Nothing that interesting on the rest of the route except lots of traffic (as usual) on the S1. We had a nice 'n cheap dinner at Livorno

while we watched the seagull waiting at the queue for some “FRUTTI di MARE”.

In the evening we entered the Grimaldi ferry were we realized how ridiculous it was. For a 60 (sixty) hours trip booked in an A class outside cabin what you get is a thing in an area that stinks worse than a dirty kitchen, a worn mattress comming straight from the 60s thin as a cigarette paper, 20 ml of something between a shampoo and a bathfoam, one small piece of soap and one towel. Yep...you gotta wipe your butt and face with the same thing what's your problem? No glasses and other useless stuff for human beings. Funny thing is that (of course) they don't want you to throw paper and other stuff in the toilet while at the same time there's no trash bin in there...F U!

On the road again :)

...this time trying to get my bike for the first time to Africa (Morocco). She looks like looking forward to it fully loaded at my balcony:

After a 280km ride and an awful sleep on the ferry I made it to Ancona and then another 150 km for the meeting point of my friends +Kim Dasko +John Stalick @ Preggio, Perugia. I've done most of this route except the last 30 kms after Gubbio full of superb twisties on terrible tarmac conditions (holes and gravel all the way more than enough to send you to Jesus). The guys are amazing, and the village is such a beauty.

Don't miss the incredible food on that restaurant as well as the view from their balcony (guarantee - money back if you don't like it):

Ready for breakfast now and a ride up to Livorno where a 60 (!) hour ferry trip is waiting for us.

Stay tuned!

Βόλτα στα παλιά

Το Λαύριο είναι η χαρά του παρελθοντολάγνου. Εγώ δεν είμαι ακριβώς τέτοιος αλλά δεν παύει να με γοητεύει κατά περίπτωση (το παρελθόν).

Κλασσικό όμορφο κτίσμα από τα τέλη του 19ου αιώνα που έπεσε θύμα ελεεινών νεότερων παρεμβάσεων (δείτε τους τσιμεντόλιθους κλπ):

Τι να ήταν άραγε εδώ...καμίνι;:

Οι εγκαταστάσεις της ΕΒΟ-ΠΥΡΚΑΛ καταλαμβάνουν μεγάλη έκταση και μέρος του δρυμού του Σουνίου. Έχει "πλάκα" η παλιά ρεμίζα με την χειρόγραφη ταμπέλα (κάντε κλικ για να την δείτε) και τους παλιούς αριθμούς των αυτοκινήτων:

Εντυπωσιάζει το έτος κατασκευής στην μαρμάρινη πινακίδα της εισόδου (κάντε κλικ να τη δείτε καλύτερα γιατί την έβγαλα βιαστικά να μην ενοχλήσω τον ήδη θορυβημένο φύλακα).