“Adventure in the deserts of Morroco!”
Mutterings about the 2019 Sideburn trip to Morocco with Motoaventure.
It was dark and miserable back in Feb 2019 when I saw a shout out from Sideburn on Instagram for a trip to Morocco in conjunction with Moto Aventures. As with a previous Sideburn trip I went on to the Himalayas back in 2016 I signed up immediately with no thought to the trip or risks and imagining myself as a Dakar god riding the deserts and dunes of Morocco.
9 months later I finally looked at the itinerary a week before setting off and wondered what the hell I had signed myself up for!.
Our adventure began with Eric, Scott, Solar, Fieter, Mark, James, JT, Geoff (Sideburn Rep), Grant, Nic and myself being introduced to our KTM 450 motorcycles and given a briefing by John dressed in his fancy birds of paradise jersey. He explained quickly what was to come as well as an explanation about how the ride works with the Sat Nav system they use.
Unique to any trip I have been on, each of us had a Sat Nav programmed with each day. All you had to do is stick to the purple line and be faster than the backup truck. If you come off the purple line, find it again but make sure the mileage is going down rather than up once you do find it again, otherwise you are going the wrong way.
This in turn allowed you to go as fast or as slow as you liked without getting lost (mostly) or pressured into speeds you were uncomfortable with. That said, I was still filled with trepidation as to what was to come.
“In the UK we call an eggplant a chicken.” – Geoff Cain aka Jibba Jabba
“Dust for breakfast”
Day one 240kms
Day one saw us heading out off road across the military range and beyond, negotiating and avoiding washouts, crossing dry river beds, fast twisting tracks with loose corners and vast open plains. The pace started fast and from time to time, I got a glance through the dust clouds of the spectacular scenery. A rare glance as washouts and rocks were lying in wait to throw you off.
If you don’t like dust for breakfast get to the front if you are fast enough or do as I did and pull back a little. I decided that trying to keep up with the more experienced guys will most likely result in my death. There is also only so much dust you can eat in a day.
After about 100kms of non stop riding and a shock to my system at least, we stopped for fuel, a packed lunch and well earned rest. John then gave us the choice for the afternoon. Hard, Medium or Easy. I am not sure this was really a choice?. Hard it was!
Following the purple line across vast fast twisting desert tracks and through small villages with kids running out to greet us we turned across a dried riverbed and we were faced with a switch back rocky, boulder strewn mountain pass stretching above us. As we ascended it reminded me of Happy Valley in Wales in the UK but on steroids.
Negotiating large rocks with each turn requiring focused concentration, we worked our way up the steep climb. Finally making it to the top without incident except for JT losing his Phone and Wallet (Hussein did warn you, “Don’t leave your bum bag open you idiot”) we took a rest at the top where a Moroccan kid appeared from nowhere and sat and watched us.
I am not sure where he came from but this seems to happen a lot in Morocco even when miles from anywhere you can call civilisation. Whilst the main cities can be intimidating, Morocco as a whole is a very friendly place with people coming out (even in the middle of nowhere) to say hello and give you a wave.
After sharing some gum with the kid and waving goodbye we looked at our Sat Navs and had 60km to go to the hotel. Rolling forward over more rocky terrain and fast paced trails we were welcomed with spectacular views of the Jbel Saghro mountains (A mini Monument valley) as we descended back down to the valley below and on to NKob and our accommodation.
Whilst Hussein the dedicated mechanic and Motoaventure Guru worked on the bikes to ensure they were good to go for the morning we settled in for great night of great food and banter.
“I had high expectations of the Sideburn Moto Aventures Morocco trip and I can honestly say it was so so much more than I could of imagined, from the incredible terrain, the beautiful scenery and all of the amazing people involved, the staff, riders and locals, all making the trip one of the best experiences I’ve ever had” Grant Martin
Day Two – 220Kms
After the briefing from John, our final destination was the first set of dunes of the trip.
Crossing miles and miles of vast open desert plains, sandy river beds and fast twisting tracks to get there, Group A and some of Group B became a distant memory and if I was lucky I could see their distant dust plumes as they shot across the desert plains. Slow but steady wins the race, I told myself but I never did.
We were then faced with the Fesh Fesh, about 5Kms of deep powder sand similar to concrete powder in places. This was something new entirely. Having never ridden on sand and only with YouTube video memories for guidance, putting your weight back and letting the front wheel do it’s own thing seemed to work, cornering using the throttle and back wheel to turn. An awesome experience.
After surviving the Fesh Fesh it was a short spurt onward catching up with the others at our next fuel stop in Remlia a small village literally in the middle of nowhere, where we rested whilst our bikes were filled with petrol from plastic bottles. Health and safety does not apply out here.
At this point my energy was sapped. This is nothing like riding the trails in the UK where you are lucky to find one longer that 2 miles, all at a slow pace avoiding walkers and horses and plenty of tea breaks. 98% of this trip is off road, fast paced and there is nowhere to stop for tea and cake.
John then gave us the option of the short route to the accommodation or the dune route. 50/50, I made the decision to take on the dunes.
I am so glad I did and after a short rocky road jarring every bone in my body, we crossed a shimmering, blinding white lake bed which lead to the start of the dunes. A brief instruction from John, to sit down, sit back, stop at the top of a dune, never jump the dunes and avoid camel Grass like the plague we headed into the unknown.
It was slightly comical at first with a few of us dropping the bikes and after picking up the bikes several times in sand, it becomes exhausting. Once we all got to grips with it though it was an amazing feeling carving up and over the dunes, an truly exhilarating experience and one I will never forget.
After a lot of fun, we then headed to our Bedouin camp for the night but before settling in, we had the opportunity to head out to the dunes again to experience Johnies bar with a cold beer at sunset on the highest nearby dune. Ending with superb food and traditional tam tam in our Bedouin camp before settling down to watch the star field at night and listening to JT’s snoring.
“I was expecting an amazing experience, but this was on a different scale. More of a life experience than a bike trip. The INTENSE daily adventure and camaraderie we built over only a week was incredible.” James O’Connor
“Avoid the camel grass!”
Day three – 100kms
Slightly relieved at hearing “100kms today” in the briefing we headed out riding fast placed sandy and rocky trails towards the Red Dunes of Erg Chebbi in Merzouga.
Passing Camels on route the 100kms flew by with only one stop. Our group lost the purple line at one point and slightly confused in finding the route again, we saw the fastest of us, Grant who had ridden an alternative dune route blur past us Dakar style showing us the way with a determined stance and full locked concentration. When we finally all met at the next fuel stop near the hotel, Grant had done the full 100kms including the Dunes in approx 35 minutes!
After a short stop and refuel, we headed a short 8kms to the jewel of the trip, the Red Dunes of Erg Chebbi. This saw us resting by the pool with a beer for a couple of hours waiting for the sun to lower before John took the first group out across the dunes.
After the previous days dune introduction we were all more confident and found ourselves quickly getting to grips with dune riding leading to a fantastic adrenaline fuelled climb of 126 metres up one of the highest dunes to an amazing panoramic view of the desert. Looking down you suddenly realise what goes up must come down and with trepidation and some guidance we all launched from what seemed like a sheer drop over the over side of the dune. A fear of heights is not your friend here and I imagine if you got this wrong or had no guidance things could go wrong very quickly.
“Avoid the camel grass!” John shouted this on several occasions. Unfortunately, we found out why and after carving up and down a few lower dunes. Jame’s then mis-judged one decent and smacked straight into a hump of camel Grass and to cut a long story short this resulted in a broken collar bone and five fractures to his pelvis.
The Moto Aventures team were superb and dealt with the situation with knowledge and calm. Once James was transported out of the dunes on the backup truck, an ambulance took him to a private hospital back in Ouarzazate. A reality check possibly for all of us that offroad motorcycling can catch the best of us out.
“What followed was the most intense and fun learning on a bike I have ever done and with it massive grins, lots of sweat and a few tumbles! Riding with a fantastic group of guys with no ego’s all happy to share advice and experiences made it all the better. The scenery was stunning and riding in the dunes was the biggest highlight for me. Having a beer and watching the sun go down on the top of a 126m dune was just amazing. What a trip!” Mark Hutton
“Solitude – Remember the Purple Line”
Day four – 260kms
260kms was announced at the morning briefing and mostly on my own and negotiating winding bumpy and sandy trails this lead on to rocky river crossings and whilst not obvious where to cross I had my trusty purple line guiding me. Ending the morning with long plains filled with rocks and washouts that required all the concentration I could muster.
I did not see much of anybody that morning but I loved the solitude of riding with just the engine and the purple line for company.
The afternoon was a different story and after a hearty Tagine lunch and energy boost we all set off and enjoyed very fast paced twisty mountain trails and dried river beds heading to Dades Gorge and our bed for the night in a fabulous 4* hotel with stunning views of the High Atlas Mountains.
“Did all that just happen?”
Day five – 225kms
After a great rest we were on our last day heading back to Ouarzazate and what a day. Heading up fast paced tracks over the Atlas Mountains we were presented with stunning views in very direction, leading down to dried river beds and back on to vast plains the 225kms seemed to fly by. All the time I was contemplating the previous 4 days and what an amazing experience it had been. Exhilarating and sometimes exhausting for me at least it is up there with one of the best trips I have been on.
Thinking back over the trip, what also made this trip so great was the guys on the adventure. 10 of us coming together from the UK, Germany and the USA with various levels of experience, everyone got on and the camaraderie, laughs and the riding throughout really made it a fantastic trip in every way.
The guys at Moto Aventure (John, Su, Hussein and Myriam) were superb and looked after us all the way. Never a dull moment from the team and if you are thinking you might loose a bit of weight on this trip, think again. You are fed very well indeed.
So if you are currently sitting on your sofa as I was, one of the best things you can do in life is sign up for things blindly without even considering the risks. I have done this twice now with Sideburn and they are two of the best trips and experiences I have had.
Roll on the next one! wherever it may be.