Saharacamp of the BMW GS Club in Morocco part 2
For today, a big new group of BMW Morocco was announced. Everyone was very excited. People live here and had to be absolute profesional about their driving skills.
A few hundred kilometers further. I talked to my hitchhiker, enjoyed the barren, wide landscape, and thought of nothing wrong when suddenly I saw a policeman lying in the middle of the pampa with his laser pistol. A quick look at the GPS and I realized that instead of allowed 120km / h I was traveling at a criminal 124 km / h. By now I was so fed up. Everywhere these bloodsuckers. Instead of traffic and the road you have to focus on completely irrational and constantly changing speed rules. At the next inspection a few kilometers further I drove extremely close to my front man, so that no money-gripping policeman could jump in front of the car. As expected, I was waved from the side standing out, I waved back nicely and drove on.
In the evening we reached the border. We ignored the people with yellow vests, who wanted to wave one outside the harbor and to their shop, and bought the ferry ticket directly at the harbor. Then it went to passport control and customs. I gave the man the two Arabic slips that Mohamed had received on entry. Whether he should take a look in the car? Clear. 3 motorcycles? Yes. I got the stamp and was allowed to continue driving. As? That's it? Nobody wanted to see my fake powers etc? No, not quite. A few meters away, all the cars were being x-rayed by a big truck. No problem. My car was ok just not the papers ;-)
5 minutes later we rolled aboard the ferry and arrived in Spain 2 hours later. Here I enjoyed the return journey through the beautiful landscape of Spain and France off the toll roads and stayed in the tent for free. Traveling is fun.
After 12,000 km in two months by car and a few thousand with various motorcycles, I delivered my cargo punctually in Munich. A week later I received a letter from Switzerland. The highwaymen wanted there 40 euros from me, because I allegedly drove when eggs with 50 km / h 300 km over land somewhere ridiculous 5 km / h too fast. At the same time, I really tried to stick to all the most pointless rules. In this nasty way I was the complete tip that I got during my work as a tour guide, stolen by the police. At least I had saved the equally expensive motorway vignette.
Conclusion: It was a very cool event despite many problems with the police! Although most of the people you meet on the road make such trips with cheaper and more reliable Japanese, it was amazing to see what is possible even with thick GS in factory condition, if one dares. Ultimately, it depends on the ability of the driver and not on the bike or the tires. Here were some participants after only one week in the Saharacamp visible successes. Hats off. I would be happy if we all see each other again next year :-)
PS Some weeks later, Touratech volunteered. The mechanics had found the reason for the bad starting behavior of the yellow BMW: Lack of compression due to defective valves after just 6 weeks. Total loss. BMW stop. Next.