…or how chance encounters can result in some of the best travel memories. This episode is less about riding and more about one of these events that unfold only if you abandon plans and embrace coincidence.
Anyway, I started the day in Midelt with the intent of crossing the Atlas and riding towards the dune fields of Erg Chebbi. The morning was bitter cold (later I got told Midelt is the coldest town in Morocco) and I followed the main road southwards. The road was nice with sweeping curves, following a river, which had a carved a spectacular canyon.