I woke up into a realization. I had successfully defused the compatibility issue with man, brain and machine. Nursing a very mild hangover, which dissipated after breakfast, I continued north with the rest of the group. The coast was spectacular and after a short stretch of tarmac we were back on dirt. This section ended up being some of the best riding thus far.
We rode through small tracks in the hills and ended up on the the beach. Everyone seemed happy on the sand after some trickier rocky stuff in the hills. We lined up for the mandatory group shot before continuing up the coast.
After the fun and games on the beach we refueled and had yet another tajine in the little road side village of Tamri.
The last section on the beach was spectacular. A small track winding through the coast, perched high above the water. It was partially rocky but mostly sandy dunes. Further up the coast we turned inland for a little exploration of the hills, which treated us with sweeping views over the Atlantic.
As always, everything comes to an end and we finally made it to our last stop, just south of Essaouira. It felt like an abrupt finish and before too long the bikes were stripped of personal gear and hurried into the safety of the walls of our home for the next two days.
The evening was spent in good humour, recapping the week of riding and indulging in the characteristic celebrations of Finns.
The next morning the bikes were loaded into a huge trailer, before the fond farewells with our guides and mechanics. It had been a great week. Thanks everyone!
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