In our March issue, Emily Roberts embarked on a journey via Aventura Motorcycle Tours from Malaga, Spain, across the Strait of Gibraltar to Tangier, Morocco. The ride took her down the Atlantic Coast to Essaouira where she turned inland to Marrakech and the Atlas Mountains. While in Marrakech, Emily was forced to endure a Henna tattoo at a local market, and pay for it. She left Marrakech underwhelmed, with only a stomach bug and a temporary tattoo to remember the place by.
Something’s Rotten in Marrakech
One thing to keep in mind while riding in countries like Morocco is the smells are unlike anything else: mostly good, but some very bad. As we left the city I caught wind of heavy sewage, burning garbage and something rotting; this along with my newly acquired stomach bug, had me questioning how quickly I could stop the bike and get my helmet off should the need
