By far, one of the most surreal experiences of our Morocco trip was arriving at a Bivouac (Steve: B-I-V-O-U-A-C) in the middle of the dunes. It was at the end of one of our longest days, partly due to an extra long lunch break to wait for the sand storms to die down. After we arrived, we chilled (not really) with some cold Flag Especiale beers and Cokes in the main tent of the bivouac for an hour or so, then remounted the bikes for a little instruction by Tim Skilton and closely monitored playtime in the dunes. We waited until the sun started to recede and the temperature dropped, which supposedly allowed the sand to firm up. Tim described riding the dunes like piloting a boat. Hang way back and twist the throttle, and you would plane above the sand with a little luck. Relax the throttle hand, and the front end of the bike would dive deep into the sand. The next day, we left early to avoid the heat on a route that would skirt the dunes, but our newfound sand riding technique would come in quite handy, as there was plenty of it as we followed a ghost of a 4×4 route to the dry bed of Lake Iriki. It was here that Tim promised we would stop for tea in a most peculiar place.

 

The challenge of capturing the moments on our Morocco trip was compounded by the multitude of cameras, keeping batteries charged, keeping lenses dust free, and keeping the more expensive gear from slipping out of Darth’s hands and tumbling down into rocky ravines (you’ll have to wait for a later post to find out what happened to my brand new Canon S95). Our guides (Tim, Edo, and Khalid) did a great job of humoring us and snapping photos whenever a camera was thrust upon them, sometimes 5 cameras for the same shot. I found my iPhone 4 with the Hipstamatic App to be my go-to choice for spontaneity and capturing a stylized, dreamy memory of the trip. Dave may disagree, as he has formally eschewed any love for Hipstamatics, but I think even Dave will have to admit there are a few keepers in here. Almost all of these were shot with the Watts lens setting, Ina’s 1969 film setting, with Flash off. Enjoy the slideshow below, or visit my Flickr photostream here.
 

It’s impossible for me to pretend that I can gather my thoughts and string together a narrative that would do justice to our recent adventure riding tour with Loco For Motos in Morocco. Frankly, there are too many photos to go through, too much video from the GoPro helmet cams to log, too many vivid experiences that keep flashing through my memory. And yet now that I have been back for a few days now, I am overwhelmed with emails and messages from friends and readers of the blog who are eager to have the stories shared. The best I can do right now as I struggle to catch up with work, family, and the day-to-day busy work that somehow takes over our lives here in the U.S. (I’m talking about stuff like taxes, bills, yard work, taking care of the pets), is to share some of these experiences as they come back to me, in no chronological order, and not all encompassing of the whole trip. Perhaps I’ll be able to string them together and edit down at some point. That might take awhile. For now, I’ll be happy to get them up here in small chunks. As I crank through sorting my best photos and deleting the accidents (more on camera accidents in a later post), I realized I haven’t even seen any of the other guys’ photos yet, nor have I sorted through my iPhone Hipstamatic shots. For now, here are a few of my favorites from the Canon S95.

Our Got Bike stickers were well-placed throughout Morocco.

Our Got Bike stickers were well-placed throughout Morocco.

 

One of the many mountaintop resting spots in the Atlas Mountains.

One of the many mountaintop resting spots in the Atlas Mountains.

 

It's starting to look a lot like Africa now.

It's starting to look a lot like Africa now.

 

Rolling through a Moroccan town after lunch and gassing up.

Rolling through a Moroccan town after lunch and gassing up.

 

Obi-Ben, paused pensively in a Saharan dune.

Obi-Ben, paused pensively in a Saharan dune.