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Reaching Africa, has always been my dream and a journey at the very top of my bucket list of all my travels. Reaching “the cradle of the World” by motorcycle across Europe is a dream come true of every adventure biker. This amazing adventurous journey started in Croatia, Samobor, the place I live. I have planned initially to reach Gibraltar as it was an intriguing country with interesting history and a thrilling place to visit.
Placed on the very corner of the European continent touching the Ocean and the gate of Mediterranean, the journey to it passes along the coast of France and amazing Spanish coast, so I put initially my pin point to it.
But having in mind the closeness of African continent whose shores are visible from Gibraltar, very soon led to the decision to move my pin point to Sahara Desert. So i made the decision one month before the trip and call Medo (Bear if transleted to Eng. :)), a friend of mine, passionate biker who runs a lively hostel in Samobor. That day Medo was busy and the hostel was full of youngsters from all over the World, some of them backpackers, some working on some international university projects, so I reached him there, he was serving them lunch and said Sahara, Morocco, how does that sound?
He said, when do we start? I need to run away I'll leave the hostel to its guests said Medo laughing; I need a distant bike ride badly. I didn’t plan Sahara though but more like some deserted place to run away from the crowded hostel but Sahara will do the work too, said Medo continuing to laugh. So, we decided to ride all the way.
Ride across Italy, France and Spain
The almost childish thrill and urge of reaching beautiful Morocco by bike all the way down to Sahara at the border with Algeria, took us to make a bit stretchy initial days. Medo was suggesting, let's make it in 2 days to Almeria, crossing over to Nador and we are there on the former Paris – Dakar route heading south. It is “only” 2.400 km, we are in Marseilles in one day, 1.200 km and the next night we are already on the ferry. Talking about stretchy, this would be “stretched as a suspenders for trousers” as we say here locally. So, we decided to make it a “little bit relaxed” as we said so at the end, we decided to reach Tarifa, Gibraltar, altogether 2.700 km. We intended to reach Spain and Gibraltar faster as we knew well Italy and a south part of France, on the way we stopped by to Monte Carlo to have some fun ride around the city on the streets where F1 races take place and making jokes taking some photos in front of casinos crowded with Rolls Royce, Ferraris etc. We were looking there like aliens. Anyhow, we made it for fun as we aimed to particularly awesome Spanish coastline and visiting Valencia and Malaga on our way. Valencia market place is one of the must visit places when in Valencia, it is amazing lively place, breathes of freshness. You can buy there fresh fish, fruit, amazing pata negra ham, crabs, shells, you name it... All is there, all is fresh and colourful.
Our place to stay was just across the market and we were lucky to have an early morning visit and “breakfast” directly from the sellers on the market by tasting their delicious products. Definitely one of the highlights of a Spanish part of the journey. Many charming tapas bars, warm nights of the Spanish coastline, the smell of oranges when riding during the day brought us a complete experience to the fullest. Being full bellies and noses of smell, we headed to Malaga for one more round. Indeed, it was so. We arrived at lunch, parked the bikes, had a beer and paella and booked the place to stay. It was right next to our lunch place; the apartment was amazing and it was basically the centre of Malaga. We got a 100sqm flat at a very cheap price as basically we booked in the evening (we always do so and it's not only a fun experience, but you can get a great deal). Not to mention a tapas bar in the neighbouring street. Go to Spain this way. Don’t book in advance, choose the tapas bar first then book a place to stay :). You won't regret it.
Reaching Gibraltar and “Landing” African continent
After a joyful Spanish night filled with red wine and tapas experience, it was time to say farewell to the European continent so we tried to have a sleep even though it was not an easy job as we knew the next morning Gibraltar Rock is waiting for us. Standing there as the port to the new World. Our morning ride was pleasant it was the morning of our 4th riding day (we made almost 2.700 km in 3 days), so in a 1,5-hour ride from Malaga we have reached Gibraltar, actually Tarifa that we picked as the point to take a ferry from (you can do it as well from Algeciras). You can buy a ferry ticket on the gas stations before you reach Gibraltar and its advisable to do so as its very easy and convenient and you don’t have to worry of the crowds in Tarifa or people that would like to “help” you fill the papers in exchange for money etc. You need to fill the documents related to your bike too and it is extremely important not to lose them for the whole journey in Morocco.
Reaching Gibraltar for me was an exciting experience. I couldn’t wait to see “the Rock” and the ride from Malaga until the moment of spotting it brought me itches and spontaneous scream of happiness. We did it! The gateway to Africa! Gibraltar is small, in the middle of the country there is an airport so you need to be careful in case you decide to stop. I did it not even noticeing I stopped at the runway so the kind police officer came to warn me - “excuse me sir, could you please move, the airplanes land here”. After my initial surprize which I showed by asking him what planes, he showed me Boeing 747 approaching. So, it seems it's time to move. It was actually not as dangerous as it sounds as the part you ride is the actual road and the sideway of the runway. Though it's an interesting experience. Policeman was even ready to take a selfie so we befriended. Gibraltar welcomed us. We spent some time circling a bit Gibraltar while waiting for our boat, we even managed to get lost somehow (so we were circling around “the Rock” looking for each other, finally gathered on the way out to Tarifa, a nearby place from where the boats depart to Africa, to Tangier. So here we go!
Check this link to find out more interesting facts about Gibraltar.
A half hour ferry ride and we are reaching Tangier, an important port on African continent. Tangier, a Moroccan port on the Strait of Gibraltar, has been a strategic gateway between Africa and Europe for centuries. Many civilisations and cultures have influenced the history of Tangier, starting from before the 10th century BCE. Between the period of being a strategic Berber town and then a Phoenician trading centre to the independence era around the 1950s, Tangier was a nexus for many cultures. In 1923, it was considered as having international status by foreign colonial powers and became a destination for many European and American diplomats, spies, writers and businessmen. Even though Tangier has a lot to say, the crowds and chaos that we entered immediately after setting our wheels off the boat led us to decision to move on as we had a long way in front of us and we realized Morocco has a lot more to offer on our journey.
We left Tangier after a short glimpse of the centre and decided to move on south towards Rabat. Short on fuel, Medo suggested: “let's fuel up in Morocco its half price versus Spain”, so I listened to his advice however it was easier for him to make a decision with 23lt fuel tank of BMW versus my 17lt fuel tank of Honda Transalp. I noticed quite nice adrenaline rush when we realized there is only one gas station between Tangier and Rabat for over 200km. And that one was closed for some restoration. Honda was thirsty so we started to look for options if we don’t find another one. Either Medo goes on his bike and comes back with fuel (which was tricky as he started to be low on fuel too, so it was a challenge if he would make it; or we stop some car and ask for a favour to buy and pump out fuel or hitch-hike to the nearest station and back. The frequency of cars was so rare that it would take us the whole day for such an operation. However, few kilometres after we left the abandoned gas station, we have noticed a sign that lead to the nearby village and the gas station was there.
This was our first experience of authentic Morocco and the challenge of the new continent. The road to gas station was complete mud, the street was full of sheep, butchers selling meat, mechanics repairing old parts of different machinery, from cars to household appliances so it was like a theatre in which we were actors on a runway that led to our gas “oasis”. Fuelling it under suspicious guys that suddenly surrounded us offering us a service to fuel our bikes which we politely refused, we fuelled not stepping off the bikes, one by one (one was watching what is going on around while another one was fuelling), as we didn’t want to leave the surroundings unattended with our view to the fuel tank but to what is going on around us as the guys seemed ready to anything. We moved on towards Rabat, heading to the main route. Morocco was greeting us and warned to respect.
Rabat was amazing. One of the Moroccan cities I liked the most. Incredibly authentic medina (old part of the town surrounded by walls), many of the streets are dusty, the market is literally everywhere, from spices, snails, fresh meat (though not a pleasant site for the ones with gentle stomach). The beauty of it for me is in its vibrancy. People selling camel legs on one side, on the other one the prayer in the small hallway mosque is taking place and the guys are preparing a barbecue on the corner. Some are selling green groceries. Our bikes were parked in a secured parking lot (at least we paid for it so we felt so), we have found a beautiful riad to spend the night in. After a delicious street dinner (Medo tasted cow brain...i looked aside while he was eating), we were having a trial all around the open market trying to make some bargain trading for fun but Moroccans are such an amazing traders that it's almost impossible not to buy something (you are lucky if you get out without a carpet for your room they convince you to buy).
We have experienced a very authentic side of Rabat the first day, it was an exciting evening full of ancient vibe, traders, authentic smells of street food. The next day we visited modern Rabat, the Moroccan capital, showing off its royal glory with wide streets full of country flags and the kings palace in the middle of the town. Old Rabat medina was more attractive to us so we decided to move on to the next exciting destination – Marrakech. And that’s a thrill in all its senses.
Arrival was like a Mad Max movie scene. Orange city walls, dusty streets, numerous bikes and scooters of locals buzzing around you trying to sell you everything you can imagine, offering you a place to stay, jewellery, goat leather... you name it. One of them grabbed my hand, he was on his scooter I was on my bike, fully loaded, so it was a dangerous move nearly bringing me down to fall in a narrow street of Marrakech.
At the first moment we were too kind and politely refused but soon we realized that the only answer is aggressive no and a killer facial expression. Being dusty and sweaty in black bikers' suits, together with tough no-way approach usually gets them move on. At first few encounters we were judging and after we realized the way we were on the safe ground though it wasn’t easy to decide to show aggressive approach in a city where no one will ever find you if you cross over the border in a fight with locals.
But we managed to hold that line, so it was working. Up to certain extent it gives a charm to Marrakech, once you “crack” the behaviour model. Drums of Berbers, cobra trainers, amazing bazaar where you can challenge your selling skills (very hard to win, they are born sellers, but it’s a great thrill and experience to bargain there, though you must be careful not to offend them with too low bet).
The sunset in this buzz is amazing and this is truly one of a must visit places, the main market square Jemaa el-Fna is "burning" as the night comes. We stayed in amazing riad in the centre of Marrakech medina (the price was approx. up to 50 euro and for that money we had a luxury stay, so don’t mind checking such a place in the very centre. Bikes we left outside the medina walls at some guys that took care of them. We trusted them by feeling (and paying of course), they had a yard inside a hallway of a building offering parking. Feeling is something you use a lot in Morocco, it is more precious than money and better be sure you judge it well :)
The last night in Marrakech I was awake and excitement and thrill was mixing with worries. Tomorrow we climb Atlas and pass all the way down to the gates of Sahara heading down to the other side of southern Atlas almost to Algerian border in the middle of nowhere. I was excited and happy and at the same time thinking we are now far and tomorrow will be even further close to nowhere in the desert.
What if something happens to bikes, if we have a flat tire, not enough gas, chain brakes, some of locals try to “help” us in exchange for our kidneys (ok I exaggerate now, Morocco is not so unsecure, you have to use your brain and behave a bit more careful and you are fine). The morning arrived fast and we said goodbye to the drums and cobras of Marrakech heading towards southern Atlas. The side of Atlas opposite to desert one is all green, beautiful and fresh, small villages and a lot of schools. Moroccan king Mohammed VI, as well as his father Hassan II in the past, is putting a lot of attention to education of its nation so you can see incredibly lot of schools along the way when you are making a big mileage like we did.
It’s a great and happy sight. Kids playing around, waving to us, we stopped by few times to greet them (and of course leave them few dirhams as they expected). Climb is epic, every few kilometres a small village, people around, sellers of minerals and tajins (typical clay pot they cook delicious meat and vegetable meals inside), the road is quite good and a ride is pleasant. The weather was great, it was end of April, so it's ideal for such a journey. Reaching the top of Atlas, you can see the snow caps and truly breath-taking views from above.
The more you go across Atlas the more the colours change. It's amazing. You start with green woods and bushes departing from Marrakech, the incredibly blue sky. Reaching the top the land turns to grey with white snow caps and crossing to Sahara side it suddenly becomes warm and orange. The orange rules from that moment on, combining with blue sky like the colours compete which one will be more marvellous, combining together a perfect combination enlightened with white scrapped clouds. It’s an incredible sight. You enjoy it for hundreds of kilometres. The road becomes more and more straight, the hills start disappearing, the green vanishes too, the land becomes more and more sandy and plain so you can see miles and miles upfront and the horizon in front of puts you in a pure meditation mood in a perfect combination with the sound of motorcycle machine beneath you. It’s a dream come true. You are chasing the orange horizon, hundreds of kilometres of nothing and everything at the same time around you and in front of you.
Dunes on the horizon
The road is becoming more and more straight, now the big show and entertainment for us is being prepared by the sky and sand. Incredibly blue sky with amazing clouds formations perform its magnificent show with the sand scattering over the road so you have to be careful when enjoying the sky-show as your friend sand reminds you to stay on the ground and not to get too much overwhelmed by the beauty of orange land horizons combined with moving “pillows” of clouds.
Sand is particularly dangerous after the sand storm as it covers some parts of the road and in case you are not careful you can easily be too relaxed with the straight road and suddenly come across the sand that can bring you down in case of passing over too fast. Sometimes you may find a signs of sand danger aside of the road; camel danger too as no matter you are in the middle of the desert, you can get so much relaxed, stunned by the sun and warmth you can be surprized by a camel passing across the road.
The play of the orange land comes to its peak at the moment you notice some strange “hills” after hundreds and hundreds of kilometres. Of course knowing it's impossible to see the hills after being hundreds kilometres heading to Sahara for the moment I was astonished asking myself what is this on the horizon in the middle of the desert until I realized these are the dunes formations some of which are over 300 m high looking like actual hills when you spot them dozens of kilometres in front of you on the horizon and it’s a sight that brings you tingling. I felt like a child when opening a big sized present, the road was a track around it I was dismantling faster and faster, tearing the paper and the box in order to get to the present as fast as possible. And I was sure the present was amazing. Sure, it was.
Last miles and high noon in the desert with extremely high air temperature the bikes were handling exceptionally well as well as we did, however my iPhone sent me the warning and needed instant cooling before to explode. So, I took it off the handle bars and put inside the jacket as the warmth was melting everything, you could boil and egg on the asphalt in a minute. Finally, we are there! Reaching Merzouga, the desert village we have reached the gates of Sahara (indeed there is a gate, the big vault in front makes you feel you are reaching your home). When passing underneath you have an urge of stepping off the bike and putting your feet on the big desert sand carpet. Camels are sniffing us and the bikes. We are here, at the entrance of the Mother Earth Sahara home carpet in the cradle of the World.
Rain in Sahara
Suddenly after stepping off the bikes, it was early evening, the clouds became more and more grey and lightings started to strike. It was an amazing welcome show. Minute after the heavy rain started. Asking some Berbers there how come it rains in Sahara, they said it happens only 1-2 days in a year. This was one of them. We were standing on a warm Sahara orange rain. We didn’t have a place to stay so we called the guy that is taking arrivals that reach Sahara gate to spend the night inside the tents between the dunes as the night was falling. He said he has sent all the camels with people already there but he realized we have no place to stay so he took his jeep and drove us across the dunes all the way to the tents. The night was breath-taking. Millions of stars and galaxies. All in-front of us. We couldn’t resist the run up the dunes, even though we were dead tired. In the tent, Berbers served us a typical tajine dinner and some tea, and we fell asleep full of presents around us we felt like we have landed on another planet.
Another side of Atlas
The next morning, we woke up very early in order to see the sunrise above the dunes. And it was worth it. Soon after our friend came and took us back to Merzouga to take the bikes. He warned us not to go much further off road from that place as there is Algerian border and on the desert fields there could be mines so it was not safe. We didn’t intend so as our plan was heading north aside the Saharan side of Atlas. From that side Atlas is all orange and rocky, not a single green point for hundreds of kilometres. It looks like someone cut it off from the ocean green side. It turns slowly back to green heading more and more north towards Fes. We stopped by to wash our bikes that were full of sand that fell in a rain. Had an excellent barbecue aside the road (Moroccan barbecue is delicious and don’t be afraid to taste it). After that break we and our bikes were ready to roll! The road is amazing and we were speechless and almost with no stop except for fuel we rode 600 km. It is a former Paris-Dakar route (from Nador to Marrakech) and it is certainly one of the World's greatest motorcycle rides you should take at least once in a lifetime.
The distance between Merzouga to Fes is around 600 km. On that way the orange straight land slowly disappears and Morocco reveals again its diverse beauty by showing its hilly inland. Reaching Fes, you get to know the richer Morocco, here the land is richer, the arrival to Fes reveals a richer population, even stone and glass villas. Here we found out as well more reasons why some parts of Morocco are rich, tourism apart. That is hashish production. Incredible over 50% of the Worlds hashish production comes from Morocco, particularly north Rif region. Check out a bit more info here: Hashish&Morocco
We reached Fes late in the afternoon after a whole day of marvellous meditative ride and we were quite tired. As usual, no booking of place to stay in advance (as we never know where the ride will take us, we only pin point the target but never book a place to stay as the journey is way more exciting when not planning too much in advance). We entered straight into Fes medina looking for a place to rest, have a drink and find a place to stay (no beer unfortunately as alcohol is not allowed in Morocco, if you are lucky you might find non-alcohol beer). From the moment we entered medina we were immediately spotted by scooter-guys and the hunt again started like in Marrakech, offering us a guidance, place to stay etc, but this time we were already fed up with these hunters and a bit nervous and they were buzzing around us like wasps so at one point I came to the boiling point and if one more approached us and grabbed me by the hand during the ride I was pretty determined to hit him immediately which wouldn’t be a smart thing to do so when I realized my mood and the big Fes buzz inside the medina, I told to Medo to turn back and exit to some more peaceful place. So we entered back the new part of Fes, found a place to have a cola and wifi and found our place to stay.
However, not knowing Fes, after we booked the place online, we realized its again inside the old medina, so our 2nd “attack” started after one hour. But this time we were lucky and found a parking place in the middle of the old medina right above our riad where we booked a stay. The parking guardians asked us to pay 5 times higher parking price in comparison to the price we were paying in Marrakesh and Medo said “no I don’t want to pay you 5x more, we were paying much less so far”. Our bikes were already parked, we took off the luggage however Medos negotiations were lasting until the guy said: “Oh, you don’t want to pay that much? No problem my friend you can park here”.
Now we realized it’s a trouble and no sleep if we leave the bikes there. Anyway, we paid them the Marrakech price, not 5x more and risked. Medo went later that night to check up on the bikes so we saved few dirhams but had a bit of working night. We were laughing to our business deal but after a week in Morocco you get a bit fed up of trading and negotiations and offers to buy something you don’t need on every corner. It has its charm but when passing from place to place it might be a bit too much.
Our riad was a disaster, it was rated over 9 on booking but the place was a dump, so obviously friends of the owner wrote him a lot of good ratings. He owned a carpet shop nearby in the middle of Fes medina labyrinth streets. Anyway, later it paid off as it was the first place we found some wine in a nearby restaurant our riad owner recommended us and our Italian friend we met there took us there to show us the place and save us with first wine to celebrate the journey. It was like the rebirth day and a great evening we have spent after a full ride from Sahara up north over the former Paris Dakar route and one of the World's best motorcycle rides.
Fes is beautiful and one of imperial cities of Morocco. Besides medina and the market a must visit a a the traditional leather production and coloring, however beware of the “guides” that offer you help when looking for the place as it might be an unpleasant situation as sometimes they might want to robb you (if you pass with just a “rip-off” price for the guidance its ok), anyway try to avoid them.
The Blue city – Chefchaouen
After the Fes medina morning walk we moved on towards “the blue pearl of Morocco” - Chefchaouen.
Chefchaouen's blue walls are a popular subject of interest. There are several theories as to why the walls were painted blue. One popular theory is that the blue keeps mosquitos away. The blue is said to symbolize the sky and heaven, and serve as a reminder to lead a spiritual life. It is situated on a hill and in the Rif mountain region so the climate is fresh, sometimes cold and the typical dress its inhabitants wear is wool tunic. It bring a mysticism to the streets of Chefchaouen and it's like a journey to the medieval past.
It’s a charming city, open markets, a lot of local fashion craftsmanship's, narrow blue streets each one looking like a postcard and perfect for photo shooting. We stayed in the bikers hostel, the place full of stickers on the doors, many of bikers and travellers through Morocco pass by here (if entering from Spain from Almeria and reaching Nador, which it also a way to explore Morocco in case you wish to skip Gibraltar and save few days of journey, Chefchaouen would be your first greater stop on the way to the south).
Boat or no boat?
The evening we reached Chefchaouen was the time we had to decide how to go back to Europe. Initial plan was to embark the boat from Tangier to Genova but we looked each other and with no words the boat option was dropped. It was simply impossible not to ride on and board the bikes in 48 hours boat ride, we would be like in a cage. And we wanted to ride Spain. And this time inland. We couldn’t wait! Even though we had to say goodbye the Morrocco and African continent we were happy for the journey ahead. So, in the morning instead of Tangier, we headed towards Ceuta, a Spanish enclave in Africa and the port from where we boarded to Algeciras port near Gibraltar.
The Ceuta boarding was interesting. As it’s a Spanish territory north of Rif mountain region and some 50 km from Chefchaouen, there is a lot of hashish trafficking and we have counted 7 customs and police check points until the very boarding. Few of them with dogs sniffing. Finally, we were on the boat and heading to Spain.
Spain, Pyrenees and Alps
Around noon we have reached Algeciras and decided to go north to the central Spain. The ride was windy, the landscapes were open and wide and quite strong winds were blowing all the way passing through Seville to Cordoba, our destination. During the boat ride from Ceuta I wanted to book the stay in Cordoba on booking.com so I booked a nice place in the centre, showing it to Medo, looking at the direction to reach it and realized its quite distant. Cordoba in Argentina. A good advice is to check a continent too when booking; we were laughing...The World is a small place but at least the place you book should be on the same continent :).
Cordoba is beautiful. We stayed at some British guy that moved to live there and is renting a house. He was full of dope to offer to his clients however we were in Morocco so we were joking if he wants to buy from us. We were kidding, we were not risking the rigid Spanish Ceuta controls.
We were lucky that evening as in the centre, close to our place to stay there was a horse show, a beautiful traditional Spanish horse-dance, so we stayed there and later ended in a great live blues bar.
Cordoba has interesting history influenced by Islamic and Christian times and culture; it used to be the world leading centre of education and learning and interesting Mezquita Cathedral (Mosque – Cathedral).
Our way leads us through central Spain from Cordoba to Zaragoza, it is a beautiful ride full of great landscapes interesting small Spanish villages, red land and rock formations aside the road. Zaragoza was different. It is modern, full of shopping streets so it was in a way a reminder to us we are back in commercial Europe. However, we were looking forward to the next day when we had to pass the peak of Pyrenees and indeed it was a thrilling day. Immediately after departing Zaragoza the winds that started blowing on our way to Pyrenees was something I have never experienced in my life. Incredibly powerful winds wanted to bring us down off the bikes and it was extremely hard to keep the ride.
Anyway, we hit the low gear, high rpm`s in order to pass as much energy to the wheels and the road so with quite a lot of energy, we were riding further towards the mountain, feeling like we were wind-surfing as the bikes were being blown from one side of the road to another. Is was approximately 1,5 hour fight until we reached the bottom of the mountain and starting climbing, so the great plain with heavy winds was left behind us. Climbing up, we had a few stops enjoying the nature and the views, sliced some ham and resting. At the very top the rain combined with snow started to fall but we knew it was just to passage and as we started to descend the rain stopped and, in few hours, we have reached Toulouse. That was amazing experience, these I like the most. You come from a mighty Pyrenees to the centre of Toulouse, park a bike on some square and have a beer. It’s the beauty you can experience only on a motorcycle journey. And the feeling I love the most of it. We booked a nearby hotel; we didn’t even look the name. When we reached it, it was named Marrakech, reminding us on a great vibrant warm “Mad Max” Moroccan city. We have had a bit of revival.
On our way back we have passed the French Alps, on our way to Grenoble, and in the middle of spring (it was beginning of May) we got stuck in the top of a mountain pass that was blocked because of snow. So, we had to make a round trip making a almost a 1.000 kilometres that day, passing through Torino on our way to the last day we were planning to spend in Milan.
Bella Italia and coming back
We have arrived very late to Milan, it was already 21:30, our friends we met in Fes came back few days earlier by plane so it was a great gathering and a dinner they prepared us and we have spent there and amazing farewell to the remarkable journey. Even though it was a long and exhausting day, with unpredictable snow on the top pass of French Alps in Val D`Isere, we came straight from French alps to Milan dinner. And of course one more of unforgettable and priceless moments. The next day, on our way back we have stopped by to Garda lake for a lunch. It is one of my favourite places and a beautiful place to ride (north from Garda, you can ride alongside the lake and you can hit gorgeous Italian Dolomites as one of the World's greatest motorcycle rides). Late afternoon we took a last ride on the route that is passing near the highway reaching Croatia late at night with our heads full of places we have been and great moments and smells we left behind planning already the next great motorcycle ride.
Written by Miljenko Kralj / owner&founder / Adventure Roads Ltd