Soledad. Same Address.

2 days ago

We left for Morocco in search of solitude to connect with your deeper Self.

When you're alone for long enough, there is nowhere left to hide. Little by little you are forced to confront yourself.

We booked our flights, picked up our bikes, equipped them with only the essentials: each a plate, a cup, a spoon, a knife, a large tarp for shelter, a sleeping bag, an insulated mat, a few T-shirts, a pair of pants and our old Olympus XA2.

Then we set off.

We ended up riding all the way around Toubkal. Crossing into the Anti-Atlas via Tizi n'Test, then heading east through the desert on roads running parallel to the N-10 before returning to Marrakech over another beautiful mountain pass: Tizi n'Tichka.

Just a rough direction and the curiosity to see where we'd end up.

The further we travelled into Idurar n Watlas, as they call it in amazigh, the more it felt like the journey had less to do with the landscape and more to do with what was happening inside.

Out there, the mountains become a mirror.