Two paths

Rob and I went our separate ways. He flies out of Marrakech and I start taking the bike back north.

It was sad riding off in different directions, but made sense and was certainly time. In saying that, Rob is flying down to Malaga to meet me in a few days time for the ride up through Portugal which will be fun.

I said goodbye to Rob, gunned the bike in a bit of showboating, then promptly proceeded to get lost at the first turning.