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		On the road in Morocco / En route en maroc Biking across Morocco during three months in 1990.
		The legendary Maghrebian hospitality is perhaps the most remarkable lasting memory from all my Morocco tours, but especially from my bike trips. This family in Khemisset was one of many who opened their house to a complete stranger expecting little more in return than a snapshot for the album and some interesting company.
	Breathtaking vistas and unspoilt nature inthe sparsely populated Atlas mountains were a close second in terms of lasting memories. The tent in the backgound is a berber family living the ancient, harsh lifestyle of nomadic herdsmen. Much more reserved to strangers than the Arabs, or urban Berbers, many of these indiginous Maghrebians have very little contact with the rest of the world.
		Gorgeous architecture narrow alleys and mules define the ancient cities of urban Morocco. Founded in 789, the medina of Fes is one the oldest and largest medival cities in the world. This is one of the gates to the medina of Fes. Bab Boujeloud, the blue gate, sits near the highest point of the old city. Only mules can carry freight into the vast labyrinth of narrow alleys that spread behind this gate.
		The Sahara starts here. Arriving in Errachidia after the long, spectacular descent from the Haut Atlas, I was greeted by the hot breath of the desert in July. First, the heat of the asphalt popped one of my tires. Shortly after Errachidia in the Tafilalt, I got caught in a nasty dust-storm.
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