Went a little further SE and then a 60km dirt section. The military had a checkpoint where they look at your passport and photograph your license plate. They told us we can't go through cause with all the rain they had the road is not passable. I wish we had have listened. I told the the guy we have adventure bikes and we can do it and then they let us go. The road runs along the Algerian border and it has a huge bulldozed dirt wall the entire length. With the heavy rains they had about three weeks ago the road was basically non existent in a lot of areas and we bashed our way through.
Then there was mud where I came off in a ditch and got my leg twisted and pinned under the pannier. Raul was ahead and looked for me but could not see me but luckily heard me hooting then came back through the mud and lifted the bike off me.
Made it the rest of the way and back on dirt.
Stopped at the Clepsa gas station and pressurewashed the bikes and fueled up and kept going west and then jumped onto a 80km dirt track which handed me my ass on a silver plate. It goes through a military zone and is arid and nothing around, just flat ass far as you can see. The track was rough and ever changing road conditions, with sharp rocks and loose small rocks with a lot of sand sections where I dropped the bike many times, was tough and we finished the last 30kms we did in the dark just to add to the pain. Arrived at 7:40pm to the hotel (€50) and a lot nicer than last night's.
Luckily it is not hot here , got up to 24*C which is fine, the mornings start off cold.
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