The last days have been stressful because for such a trip a lot has to be planned. And unfortunately, the newly ordered tyres arrived too late, hence I will start my trip with a 24-hour delay. Due to all this, I had to cancel my plan to visit friends in Milan before taking the ferry crossing to Africa. But now finally the day is here
Because of my late start I mainly drive on the motorway to make up some of my lost time. However, I make an obligatory stop shortly before the Slovenian capital Ljubljana at the legendary Krapfenwirt. Strengthened with a freshly baked doughnut, I head back onto the motorway and continue in the direction of Savona. The trip goes well and I am shortly after 15:00 o’clock near Venice. I drive on and decide to spend my last night on Italian ground in the surroundings of Cremona. At the next petrol station I find out where the next campsite is. After the gas station attendant sees my “fully” packed motorcycle and hears that I am on my way from Austria to Africa, he insists on taking a picture of me. Afterwards it goes off to the campsite. The tent is put up, the sleeping bag is rolled out and I enjoy the Italian kitchen with a cool beer before going to bed.
The morning is cool and I slowly pack all my things, because I still have enough time until the departure of the ferry. After the obligatory morning coffee I drive over a country road to Savona to buy my ticket for the ferry and find out the time for boarding.
At the ticket ferry counter, I ask for the departure time and get an answer that I really didn’t expect: “Oh…already left”. After asking several times whether we are really talking about
So I reschedule and find out what the alternatives are. I learn that another ferry is leaving Genoa for Tangier in two days. I make the most of the time and visit my friends, who drove to the Ligurian coast over the weekend and are therefore fortunately not far away. I spend the two days of waiting with my friends and check my luggage again. The lighter the luggage on the bike, the more fun you have
Finally! Africa, here I am with my bike. I arrive in the evening with the ferry and after the necessary formalities (vehicle papers, entry papers, etc.) have already been processed on the ferry, the journey continues relatively quickly on land. I drive another 100 kilometres and then set up camp for the night at a larger petrol station. I simply spread out the tent underlay next to my motorcycle so that I am protected from the morning dew and then it’s “Good night”.
During the night the parking guard had an eye on me, so the next morning I invited him for a coffee. The temperature is nice, but I decide to put on my raincoat to get less of the wind. That’s good. It gets cooler with every kilometre and it also starts to rain. After about 120 kilometres I have to stop to warm up at a gas station with Moroccan tea. After the short
The weather gets a little better after 2 cups of tea and that means for me back on the road. I want to ride my motorbike in Africa and not only drink tea, although it tastes really good here. After 30 minutes the boots and gloves are completely soaked and boots are filled with water. In addition, it doesn’t seem to have rained for a long time and the road is slippery, like an ice sheet. This means: Slowly braking and driving with foresight because the traffic offers constant surprises here. Then the decision: Highway in the inland or coastal road. I decide for the coastal road, because the stress on the motorway is enormous in such weather. Gravel and soil soaked in water then result in the perfect mud road. Exhausting!
The coast might be beautiful, but due to the rough
This was the beginning of Tom’s journey. You can find a little preview of his next blog post here: