Middle Atlas

Riding along the ridges of the middle atlas. This is what I came here for. I cruise through this town called Mrirt. I thought about donating a vowel to help them out, but then decided that Unesco probably has a department for this sort of thing.



The town comes and goes with its own happenings. Goats tied to the tops of vans bleating for freedom, trucks overloaded beyond any sensibility and me on the cruiser.

I get off the bike and walk down the street in my leathers with the Camelbak swinging on my shoulder. Old men stop and stare, while teenagers point to the bike and touch their heart to show appreciation. This town is cool.