On my way to Fez.

Nador is a town in transition. I get the feeling it wants to be a resort but it really needs more money, a lot more money, injected into it.

A fitful nights sleep. As always I easily slip into my old ways and switch the phone on and fall to sleep with netflix, I hate it but somehow return to it over and over again. 

But I was up at 7ish and eventually got on my way at about 9am. As i was walking down the stairs i met my host with another apartment guest just arriving, she was from London but living in Paris, we had a brief conversation on the stairs.  I’m intrigued why/how people decide to come to Nador. It definitely does not have the reputation of Tanger or Marrakesh.

The route leading out of town in a  south westerly direction. It was pretty quickly into desert type landscape.

The route was flatish, the wind was behind me. I made good headway. Taking surreptitious sips of my water as I rode. I thought I had designated it as a road route, but Komoot likes to sometimes take me from one road to another by rough tracks. This one was about 30kms long and really desert beautiful.

I eventually got tired and stopped at a small shop that had some cover I asked the guys at the shop if it was OK I rested a while…… an hour later I awoke and ride on.

I hade a reasonable amount of water but when I saw a large drum looking like it dispensed water I ambled up, tunded the tap to get a dribble but it kept dribbling and I filled my ‘dirty’ water bag ready to filter into one of my bottles.

Then 30mins later I was done. 🥵. I searched out a camp spot and pitched the tent. There’s a bit of cloud cover. Here’s hoping it doesn’t rain, it could be a dirty walk back to the road in the morning.