The adventure I was unsuccessfully searching in Spain and Portugal, I finally found here. Me and my aged and tired Iron Lady started to live up once again when we arrived in Morocco. Dirt roads, closed ways, cows on the highways, hospitable people and a stunning change of culture and landscape every day. From the first moment this diverse country showed my its exiting face.
Peoples hospitality was probably the most impressive on this journey. So I was allowed to sleep in so many different houses, invited to so many tasty meals and teas and even to a Moroccan marriage. Even if it wasn’t always easy I feel very thankful for the beautiful people of Morocco.
For my Iron Lady it was the biggest but also her last adventure. After a lot we survived together it was time to separate from my faithful company. I hope you’re still paddling somewhere through the Sahara, my loved Iron Lady!