• 04 Sep 2008<br>Bivouac, forest south of LaracheBobker and knife &quot;in case an enemy shows up.&quot; Air saw my little reassured: &quot;You friend, you no problem, reassurance, sleeping&quot;. The worst is that &#39;it happens to fall asleep ...
  • 04 Sep 2008<br>Between Tangier and Asilah <br> Meeting Bobke, cycling Morocco. We will walk together for 3 days <br> memorable in many ways. It aligns &quot;120 kms per day&quot;. Even when my meter (a <br> Sigma 906 anyway!) Definitely shows 42 kms ...
  • 04 Sep 2008<br>Assilah, North Maroc2 women. Punks, hippies and the rebels of society to believe their beautiful hair unveiled!
  • 05 Sep 2008<br>Nador, Larache region, on the road. <br> Bobke, true to himself, walking as it is tired. Sure, a trip by bicycle in the open <br> Ramadan, a Muslim, it is not easy ... Especially when you smoke like a chimney! <br> Conclusion: a Muslim during the day rather smoke than eat in Ramadan. And after that we <br> dare trivialize the drug, known as &quot;soft&quot;.
  • 05 Sep 2008<br>Moulay-Bousselham in front of the store Mohammed (No. 1). <br> In full flight from Bobke become sticky and unbearable (and loud too slow), <br> I ask the manager of this store agricultural products where I can buy food. 1/2h after <br> I asked at his table with a feast in front of me ... open at the stroke of Ramadan <br> noon. It must be here the famous Moroccan hospitality ...
  • 05 Sep 2008<br>Douar Riah Baria, in Mohammed (No. 2) Scene of domestic life. The bathrooms have a different decor from Ikea. But no less functional trust me! (Note: I hate IKEA) Question: What think the baby that we see on the back of his mother?
  • 05 Sep 2008<br>Douar Riah Baria, in Mohammed (no2) <br> Mohammed, a farm worker, traveling by bike. Not a word of French in his vocabulary. We <br> &quot;Talking&quot; 10 minutes and he invites me to follow him to show me open a store in her village. <br> Sandy streets, small shop surrounded by 20 to 30 people around. Some shopping, I&#39;m about to <br> go, people ask me what I intend to do with my small can of tomato paste and my 2 <br> bananas. &quot;A meal!&quot; I said happily to this beautiful idea to eat. Regards vexed <br> of the meeting, stare at my skinny figure ... &quot;Home&quot; I heard. I am neither one nor two <br> I&#39;m off by Mohammed who let me go when I&#39;m sitting on the beautiful carpet of <br> single room in the house with light and a large double bed: bedroom with its own <br> woman. Ftour, tajine, family night and sleep. They sleep at 8 in the adjoining room.
  • 08 Sep 2008<br>Casablanca neighborhood sudL&#39;enfer. Casablanca, the most populous city of Morocco pours a staggering amount of waste in the landfill open as I go along for 20 minutes. Waste burn and smoke slowly, pushed by the sea breeze pollutes the surrounding countryside (I would like to see a day with offshore winds: all hop in the city, return to sender!). Haggard Silhouettes gesticulate over in search of some food items or neglected by the wealthy.
  • 08 Sep 2008<br>Deroua, camping on a farm south of Casablanca <br> September 2, coincided almost to the day I arrived in Morocco and the start of Ramadan will last <br> a month. Almost every night, having eaten before or not, I found myself with a plate of <br> Ftour (&quot;fast breaking&quot;) before me, consisting of a bowl of soup high in calories, a little <br> round bread that is dipped in some honey cakes that I like a lot (super <br> boost in the day, at the bottom left of the plate) and a glass of tea. <br> Here I ask a place in a field a few farmers, which brings me to this plateau <br> sunset. Moroccans have the art of hospitality. It&#39;s almost an inability to conceive <br> they can leave someone without eating.
  • 09 Sep 2008<br>Settat, soukQuand traveling in Morocco, or any other Arab country, we always take a picture of a souk.N &#39;prevents these souks saves me in the stomach that it is the only one open in the day during this period of Ramadan. bouffistaille real oasis.
  • 09 Sep 2008<br>Imefout on the road, southern region of Settat <br> The desert edge without any transition. So. Before it&#39;s green, then after it&#39;s red. I <br> overcome the rif, this agricultural region in the north, known for its plantations of cannabis.
  • 11 Sep 2008<br>Road and ruin the evening, between Marrakech and Aguergour
  • 12 Sep 2008<br>Aguergour, paragliding site of Samir, the club wing of Marrakech. <br> View from Latifa, evening made tagine and dripping gold sky.
  • 13 Sep 2008<br>Aguergour, South Marrakech, paragliding site, take-off.
  • 13 Sep 2008<br>Aguergour, South Marrakech, paragliding site. <br> Nouredine in flight.
  • 13 Sep 2008<br>Aguergour, South Marrakech, paragliding site, take-off. <br> From left to right: Lisa (host Latifa), Olivier (my face), Nouredine (friend Samir).
  • 14 Sep 2008<br>Aguergour, South Marrakech, cottage home Latifa. <br> Michael Diedrich, paraglider Marrakech m&#39;aiguille to the cottage Latifa. I am the luxury <br> a few days at home, a walrus quieter during this stay there. <br> Lisa-the-blonde is the host of the second cottage. Paraglider too, for its part of Alsace. <br> Right to left: Saida, the youngest of Selma Latifa Latifa, and the boy&#39;s cottage (zapped <br> its name, it happens to all Alzheimer&#39;s age).
  • 14 Sep 2008<br>Between Aguergour and Asni, High AtlasArtisanat terracotta pot
  • 14 Sep 2008<br>Marrakech, Jamaa El Fna square, the 11th century itself said passant.La city, also known as Pearl of the South or Red City is reminiscent of Toulouse. Central square, site of nerve activity that night of Ramadan. Some travelers, and myself, s&#39;oofront the luxury of a hotel night ... sleeping on the terrace. Hotel Ali is a proposal of friendly and Hotellier offering a place to sleep at very low prices. The fame of this hotel attracts many years a phalanx of various adventurers and travelers.

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16 Sep 2008 - Next to 3500 kms by bike from Grenoble, France, Shown Here Is Some minutes flying from the top of Mount Toubkal, United Kingdom, 4167m. A big moment of life. test

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