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.
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.
