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15th August 2019 by Johannes
Morocco, Motorcycle Travel Logbook

Across the Alps and the Mediterranean Sea

Across the Alps and the Mediterranean Sea
15th August 2019 by Johannes
Morocco, Motorcycle Travel Logbook

As already outlined in the introduction, the first leg lead me from Zürich to Genoa. At that time of year, there’s no other choice but to take the highway and the Gotthard Tunnel. Passes are closed and even if they were open, it would have been way to cold. Even so, it was fucking cold, down to -6°C. I was enjoying the 17 km on the tunnel because it was warm enough to defrost the fingers until I exited on the southern side and faced the alpine winter for a second time.

This photo is the only one from the rider to Genoa. Taken not far from the southern tunnel portal, it proves there was some snow. As I descended into Ticino, the temperatures rose and I the rest of the ride to Genoa was just tedious and uneventful highway. I arrived rather late in the evening, found a hotel room and headed for the harbour in the next morning.
Boarding the ferry. There were two other motorcyclists beside me and almost all the rest of the passengers were Moroccan.
The boarding process was super chaotic. The Moroccans had loaded their cars up to the brim, and then continued to pile stuff on the roof.
The boarding process took the entire day, I arrived quite early at around 12am. Here the sun was setting and they were still loading cars.
The last view back to the Geneseo port, shortly after departure.
The ferry was named Splendid, but that title was rather anti-programmatic. The thing was old, run down and dirty.
After two dull days aboard, we arrived at the strait of Gibraltar, where I got the first glimpse of Africa in the setting sun.

The landing in Morocco happened after nightfall and I got off the boat rather quick thanks to a parking spot just next to the exit ramp. Customs seemed chaotic from a central European point of view, but if you ever crossed a border in the wilder parts of this world, getting into Morocco was rather smooth. I left the port area and rode for 50km in search of a campsite, which I found just 10km north of the town of Tetouan.

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