What a refreshing ride along the African Coast with spectacular seas of blue! Today’s journey north from the little beachside town of Sidi Kaouki to just south of Casablanca was quite relaxing with one delightful beach view after another. I must say, however, that my departure this morning was literally shocking.

I woke up early this morning to get an early start as my host family near the small coastal town of Tamaris asked me to arrive as early as possible. Hopping into the shower my mind was focused on the route for the day and looking forward to meeting the fellow riders I had made plans with for the evening.

Noticing the shower door was ajar, I reached out to pull it shut, only to receive a large shock in my hand. After yelping in surprise, I grabbed for the washcloth laying on the shower knobs, hoping to use it to close the door, only to get electrocuted again. Remembering that water can conduct electricity, I finally reached for a dry towel and used it instead. Thinking I was safe, I continued to clean myself, only to get shocked one final time when my foot inadvertently touched the metal water pipe sticking out of the wall. Wow! I can honestly say, I’ve never had such an electrifying morning!

Heading out shortly after, I gazed wistfully in my rear-view mirror as I headed up the hill leaving the small beachside community, taking in the view of the bright blue ocean framed by white sand and green trees and thinking of how nice it was to spend some down time in such a charming local.

The ride north was blissfully uneventful as the roads was typically well paved and wide enough for cars traveling both directions, giving me time to take in the sparkling blue sea water beyond the yellow and white sandy beaches below.

Much of the land on the hillsides above the coast seemed to be used for agriculture and farming, and there were few large trucks on the road. I passed quite a few sheep, donkeys, and cows grazing in their fields or being led down the road by their handlers, adding to the charm of the countryside setting.

Entering one of the smaller coastal towns south of Safi, I chuckled to myself as I wound around one of the villages roundabouts, navigating my way around a horse drawn carriage headed the wrong direction, a rickshaw being pushed by an elderly local gentleman, and another rider on a much smaller cc motorcycle.

I’m looking forward to a wonderful evening with my host family as I make the most of my time before leaving Africa.

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