Al'Watlas. Marrakesh. Eight days of Route await us. Nerves, feelings that cross our mind. Leave no one behind. Always look forward. The force. The mind. The body. Hundreds of kilometers traveling stone paths that incessantly collide with our motorcycles and unite us more to them. Pain in the wrists, shoulders, legs... in the middle of the trip a smile, a look of pride from a friend, a word of encouragement in a language that is not yours.

1400 kilometers. The dance begins under the stars, we share unique moments with the wish that it last one more morning, one more day. We are the adventurers of the new time, crossing the desert we discover ourselves, we push ourselves to the limit, we bare our soul and we surrender to a misunderstood joy. We are one. We move forward together, we create our way, we write our own history with our style. It's starting to smell like the ocean. The sand gets between the fingers. Fast. Now is the time. Dunes that give way to waves. The Atlas leaves us in the arms of salt water. It's not the end, it's another beginning. We only stop to look back and appreciate the greatness of our actions. Share, hug, kiss, smile, meet, teach, learn and taste. We’ve arrived. Al’Mar