!Irgendwann musste es ja passieren. Twikezora ist dem Taschendieb begegnet. Eine sehr unerwünschte und unangenehme Begegnung mit der Konsequenz, dass jegliche wichtige Dokumente betreffend das TwikeZora nun abhanden sind.

Dies betrifft die Fahrzeugpapiere, Führerschein, grüne Versicherungskarte, Zollschein…

Und in einem Land wie Marokko, wo die Mühlen bekanntlich leider etwas langsamer mahlen, bedeutet das eine Investition von viel Zeit. So sitzt TwikeZora nun schon seit 3h auf der Polizeistation, ohne dass auch nur den geringsten Fortschritt.

Die Zeit wird gut genützt um mit den Behörden in Deutschland zu telefonieren.
Folgende Auskunft wird bezüglich einer Austellung eines Ersatzführerscheins gegeben. 5 Wochen.
Das bedeutet, dass man selbst in Deutschland bei Verlust seines Führerscheins 5 Wochen lang kein Auto fahren darf????

Ob das Twike in Marokko als Fahrrad durchgeht, für das man kein Führerschein braucht???

Auf der Rückfahrt der Saharareise wurde das marokkonische Fernsehen auf das etwas „seltsame“
Gefährt aufmerksam, welches sich durch die „versandeten“ Strassen der Sahara seinen Weg bahnt.

TwikeZora stellt erneut fest, dass es keine großen Städte mag.

Casablanca ist die größte Stadt Marokkos und zugleich das Wirtschaftszentrum.
Demzufolge ist Staustehen an der Tagesordnung:

Endlich freie Fahrt:

Ein bisschen Sightseeing lässt sich das TwikeZora ebenfalls nicht entgehen.
Anbei die Hassan 2 Moschee, Marokkos größte Moschee:

Auch das Laden in einer Großstadt muss unter Umständen über mehrere Etagen eines Mietshauses erfolgen:

Über Nacht wurde in Safi bei einer Tankstelle das TwikeZora aufgeladen. Am nächsten Morgen ging es früh los in Richtung Casablanca.

Nächster Ladestopp war in El Jadida.

TwikeZora hat das erste Mal die Alternative zur Autobahn versucht.

Resultat: Hervorragend. Gute Strassenqualität, weniger Steigungen und vor allem nettes Tankstellenpersonal:

Nachdem bereits TwikeZora von der Ökolodge bei Agadir berichtet hat, folgt nun auch der Guardian:

The Guardian, Friday 25 May 2012

Beyond Agadir: the Moroccan ecolodge just minutes from the tourist crowds
The Atlas Kasbah, built only three years ago, resembles a giant rust-coloured sandcastle The Atlas Kasbah, built only three years ago, resembles a giant rust-coloured sandcastle

The Atlas Kasbah in the foothills of the Anti-Atlas mountains is surrounded by spectacular landscapes and offers a taste of Berber life, finds Sarfraz Manzoor

Agadir, the seaside resort in south-western Morocco, enjoys an average of 300 days of sun per year, is less than four hours from the UK and has a six-mile stretch of golden sand beach, making it very appealing for British tourists. Unfortunately that also means there are bland chain hotels, tourist trap restaurants and English pubs. But that doesn’t mean the region should be dismissed. Agadir, which lies at the Atlantic limit of the Souss Valley in the foothills of the Anti-Atlas mountains – is surrounded by spectacular landscapes and many interesting places to visit. To explore them, I stayed at the Atlas Kasbah, a three-year-old, but ancient-looking, ecolodge 15 minutes‘ drive east of Agadir. The lodge stands imperiously on top of a hill and resembles a giant rust-coloured sandcastle, with towers and ramparts, and was one of the first ecolodges in southern Morocco.

Owners Hassan, a Berber, and his wife Hélène, who is French, have degrees in sustainable tourism. The 11-bedroom lodge uses solar power for 80% of its energy, has solar-heated showers, a chlorine-free pool and a herb and vegetable garden. In its large courtyard and salon we were welcomed with a traditional tea drinking ceremony, then shown to our suite, which had antique red carpets, a large four-poster bed and locally made black olive soap in the bathroom.

We had views of the High Atlas mountains, and farmers tilling the ground and herding goats. Members of the local Berber community work at the lodge, preparing evening meals of beef tagine and grilled fish, but guests can also visit them in their village, Tanfeesst, to which we drove the next day. The bumpy route took us along a dry river bed, past prickly pears and cacti. Around the communal olive press, large sacks of black olives gleamed in the sun, giving the village the scent of a giant tapenade, and a donkey hauled a huge grinding stone in a circle, crushing olives to release oil into buckets below. We were invited into the living room of one family for a breakfast of sweet mint tea, flatbread with honey and argan oil.

The village and hotel lie in the Souss-Massa-Drâa region in the Unesco argan tree biosphere reserve. We visited an argan factory, watching workers peel and press the nuts to make the oil which is used in Berber cookery, and hair and skin care.

Day trips giving visitors a sense of the local culture are the real draw of the Atlas Kasbah – we visited ancient Taroudant (see Gavin Mcowan’s article above), Agadir’s busy fishing port early one morning, and the hilltop ruins of Agadir’s old kasbah, devastated by a earthquake in 1960 which killed 15,000 people. A new kasbah was built in the 90s by Italian architect Coco Polizzi, but I preferred the Kasbat Souss, where dozens of artists sold everything from bone jewellery and ceramics to art made from shells.

We skipped Agadir’s busy beach in favour of the empty stretches a few miles down the coast, and concluded that if you look in the right places, Agadir has everything under the sun.

• Accommodation at the Atlas Kasbah (atlaskasbah.com, doubles from €90 B&B) was provided by Naturally Morocco (01239 710814, naturallymorocco.co.uk). British Airways (0844 4930787, ba.com) provided flights to Agadir. It flies from Heathrow to Agadir 14 times a week from £207 return