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Eating sand (and camel) in Mauretania
After two weeks in Dakhla, I continued south along the coast together with another cyclist, Carlos from Spain. It was sad to leave the rather special place KM25 but as always after a long rest it felt good to be back in the saddle. I…
Western Sahara: desert cycling and kitesurfing
From Guelmim, I had two days to Tan-Tan, a city that welcomes its visitors with two gigantic camel statues placed in the first roundabout. Here, I also encountered a military/police checkpoint where I had to show my passport for them to take notes about my…
The true size of Africa
When looking at a traditional map, it might seem like I’m already halfway down to Cape Town. But 1/3 is probably more accurate, and this “optical illusion” is caused by something called map projection. Not surprisingly, visualizing a spherical planet on a flat surface is…
A vacation from the vacation and the last bit of Morocco
In Agadir, I met my friend’s grandparents Lennart and Catarina who stayed at the camping in their mobile home. They were very kind and welcomed me with Swedish food, including freshly baked cinnamon buns! Here, I left the bike and took the bus to Marrakech….
Desert festival, bad roads and diarrhea
I have done very little maintenance on the bike so far. After 4,000 km’s, when I was in Barcelona, I had to remove a chain link because the chain had stretched beyond the current tension cycle of the eccentric bottom bracket. I was surprised how…
Merry Christmas!
Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas from the south of Morocco! Below is a short video. The mountains in the background mark the end of the Anti-Atlas mountain range and the beginning of the Sahara desert. The town from where I am posting this is called…
Arriving to Africa and cycling through the Atlas Mountains
The Strait of Gibraltar that separates Europe from Africa is only 14 km’s wide, and the ferry from Tarifa to Tangier takes about 35 minutes. When I got off the ferry, a policeman asked if I had any weapons and if I was going to…
The last bit of Europe: reunions, resorts and reflections
The first thing that struck me when entering Spain was how nice it was to be able to speak the language without any major problems. My French is still very basic, so coming here felt like a relief. Barcelona was only two cycling days from…
Into the Alps and along the Mediterranean Sea
After the long break of bouldering in Fontainebleau, it felt good to be back on the road. I cycled through the hilly landscape of Burgundy (Bourgogne), passing many picturesque villages and watching the vineyards appear when I approached Dijon. In Jura, I stayed with Rémi…