An old travel in Morocco with my mythical Moto Guzzi motorbike

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An old road with the legendary Guzzi 350 Custom ..
A long pull through France and Spain, and here we are in African soil.
Instead of beginning on the border with the Moroccan reality, we cavarcela with fairly decent time and without too much trouble.
The first program in the city is Tetouan, we find a campsite, assemble the tent and we dive in the Souk, we are immediately surrounded by false friends who will reveal all vorrebebero most characteristic corners of the city, we can resist the first dozen or so attacks, but then inevitably end up in the classic carpet shop. Having rejected an attempted robbery us refuge in camp for "reflect" on our first day in Morocco.
Yes again, another day another spirit, we head towards Meknes classic circuit race of the imperial city. We are accustomed, however, sometimes nerve-racking insistence of local boys that we would sell everything imaginable, with the passing of the days we are still refining the technique of our defense and is now threatening to walk almost quiet.
After Fes with a visit to the characteristic of the district continue to tanners
Marrakech, here is a must to enjoy the chaotic bustle of Djema'el Fna Square, perhaps sitting on the terrace of one of the many bars surrounding the square.
Attack dell'Atlante ramps and the landscape becomes attractive, we arrive at Ouarzazate, almost dehydrated, the temperature is around 48 degrees, have lunch at the restaurant La Gazelle. In the middle of lunch a tornado filled the room, filling all the dust.
The journey continues in the valley of the Dra until Zagora, night under the stars in the desert, back towards Agadir, Casablanca, Rabat, Tangiers, returning to Spain and then to Barcelona in 1200 km all in the rain.