"Unbound" Romance Cycling

Our aim was to connect and ride together as a team, and to explore new and challenging terrain. If you looked at a map, we were only ever an hour’s drive south of the chaos of Marrakesh, with its Medina full of people and noise, of music and spices and snake charmers and monkeys with dyed fur, and even a man selling false teeth from a picnic table. But just outside the city we were plunged into days of complete isolation, hours of riding on empty dirt roads that cut and wound their way through that breathtaking landscape.

Singletrack is a state of mind

Our lack of knowledge and preparation is at times astounding. We had planned to at least buy a travel guide in the airport and do some last minute reading on the long flight, but we were late and had no time for shopping. "Let's be frank," Steffen said, as we settled into the flight, "there are a lot of things we haven't thought through about this trip." The only thing to say at that moment was what my friend always says before attempting half-assed plans: "What could go wrong?!"