The vast majority of the going is on hard pack stone lane.
Tyre pressures need to be inflated to avoid sharp edge stone punctures/nips here and there.....for all the amount of sand in comparison it's essential tyres are pumped up to avoid punctures...this can not be stressed enough........ e.g. four punctures means for hours lost....hence the reason for being self sufficient in the way of very light camping.
Minium of four bottles of water and 1,5L in your camel bak.....here I've already gone though one this morning. The alloy bottle can hold wine if need be.....
a full 1 L
Here I can have all my kit without a top box i.e. more weight.......rear rack just for water.
We ride for a spell and regroup.......ride for a spell and regroup....bound for Ouzina for a tea stop. I advise to top up water if need be.
The going gets softer here and there after fast going as we approach ..... nice silt as we cross a dried up river bed to Ouzina village. The kids come out to laugh
Of course whilst everyone is watching a moto here and there is dropped...pics first then assistance...
Once we get through the village and a tad more fesh-fesh we get to the tea stop....
Justin explains how to ride a KTM in real life rather than Starbucks....
Gregg plays the drums.....badly
From here we'll crew up and head to a massive, flat, and dry lake bed before Ramlia......for another coke, tea and water stop.....there's fuel here if need be, from a container.
The going here is soft silty stretches
The bike will fall over all by itself as you ride along day dreaming...well, that's what happens to me anyway.
Benefits of a centre stand on soft going.....
baaaaaaa
We arrive the lake bed for some pictures and a chat.......every one agrees that XT's are the best......
Justin wasn't warm enough so he put on a balaclava
....and yet Mary Poppins thinks it's going to rain....
A old curious camel herder arrives...I chat but it's in signs only as he doesn't speak French and I don't speak Arabic..my bad.
I give him some sweets and as my camping cooker is full I give him 2 litres of fuel for his moto.......the Berber will give you their 'last dime' ...learn to give something back...it feels good.
I shake hands knowing he'll have a good few more kms out of his tank...this is what it's all about...middle of nowhere and that exchange.
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