Food poisioning part two - the sardine stikes back

It looks like I couldn´t avoid the curse of the sardine. He brought the sausages of death to get revenge.



I came down with food poisioning in the middle of the night. It was riding the porcelein bus time for me.

In the morning I still had massive stomach cramps and the like, but I couldn´t afford any time off from the riding as the ride north is fairly tight. So I ride north all the way up to Assilah, just outside of Tangier, making short pit stops in the abandoned petrol stations.

The ride was actually quite lovely with beautiful sunshine and a lovely cool breeze which you get in the north from Rabat onwards.

A guy in a cafe called me Valentino Rossi which, considering how I ride and also the size of the bike, is a bit of an overstatement. Can´t say I wasn´t impressed though.

I stop at the same hotel as when I first got to Morocco. It feels complete and appropriate. Roll on Tangier...