One Man on a Bike

One Man on a Bike

This book is about my month long, 10,000 mile, solo motorbike trip from Buxted in East Sussex to southern Morocco and the Sahara Desert and back. Along the way I meet interesting people, a thief, a number of policemen, a very sweet donkey, a large mountain range, a suicidal black bee and a scorpion that fell from my ceiling.

I rode through France, over the Pyrenees and through Spain, over the Gibraltar Straights and into Morocco, west to the coast, south to Casablanca, Rabat, inland to Marrakesh, over the High Atlas Mountains to Ouarzazate, then to Zagora, Erfoud, Errachidia, Merzouga and Mhamid. Oh, and back again.
I experienced the phenomenal 50 degree heat of the Sahara Desert in the summer whilst wearing thick, black motorbike leathers, I saw sights that will remain in my heart forever, I experienced a dinner that left me with a bottom like a red hot bullet hole and I rode through rain like you’ve never seen before.

So, why not join me for my adventure of a life time and enjoy my humour, my propensity for disaster and my lust for laughter.

From the back:

"After getting on my bike I became so excited that I just couldn’t sit still, I was twitching like an idiot, talking non-stop and rocking in my seat. When I left it was all I could do to stop myself from screaming and punching the air. I somehow managed to control myself but about 50 yards later I looked in my mirror and saw my wife standing there, on her own watching me leave. Every little bit of excitement instantly turned to guilt and loneliness, the feeling was so strong that I almost blubbered in my helmet. However, I wasn’t just leaving my wife, son and dog, I was also leaving my home, job and most importantly, familiarity. Everything from this point forward was going to be very different in a make it up as you go kind of way. Well, that was the first 200 yards of my trip, only another 10,000 miles to go. This was going to be one hell of a ride!”

Richard J Georgiou

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First night camping in France.

First time putting this tent up and no problems to report.

France, fuel / bottom ache / coffee / food stop.

The Spanish love Volvos as much as bikers!

My accidental visit to Valencia. It's a city full of beautiful women that I didn't notice.

The beauty of southern Spain.

Southern Spain and I was starting to understand what real silence is.

Fag break.

About to cross the Gibraltar Straight.

I had a hard time getting across the border, I've just turned up in Morocco, pre shower (poo stinky!)

Post shower happiness.

Going from Ceuta to Tangier, the true beauty of nature and a text message from my wife.

You have to be kidding me?

So, what's your longest wheelie?

Okay, all's going according to plan.

Getting a little overcast now.

It's in the air, I can feel it.

I reached Marrakesh.

The souks.

Chap who took me around the tannery. My word it stank!

Stomping on the leather in a vat of camel pee. Nice!

Me and the chaps from the Ibis Hotel in Marrakesh (Palmerie)

Just me!

Me and the Berber dude.

Another fag break. Is that bad?

Me and my bike going over the High Atlas Mountains.

What a bike. I couldn't have chosen a better steed for the trip.

Coming down the other side of the High Atlas Mountains, starting to get hot again.

It's a dead donkey, horrible.

I have arrived, though I'm not sure where.

I decided to sod the road and use the desert.

The Sahara desert is hot in the summer.

Do I see sand?

My friendly cook and waiter for the evening. Nice chap too.

Stop thief! (Only joking!)

He looked the part but boy was he rubbish at tennis!

Try to hit the ball with the racket, okay, try again. Come on, just one more time. Okay, let's try again shall we?

Nothing, nowt, nada.

The bike and plenty of nothing.

Geologist porn.

I sat here and enjoyed a cigarette in complete silence. Beautiful.

The Sahara Zagora Garage, sweet.

Lai Lai from the Sahara Zagora Garage.

On the way to Mhamid. It was getting stupidly hot now. 50 degrees C.

50 degrees C.

Cold water and Ice. Nice.

I reach Mhamid and the end of the road. This chap wanted to swap his camel for my bike. No deal.

This little bugger gave me a heart murmur when he fell from the ceiling!

Errr, where's the road gone?

Deserts really are beautiful places.

I think the road is that way.

Amazing formations.

Massive shop.

The owners son I believe.

The manager of the shop, he bought me a coffee and water. Very nice man.

I reach the highest point on the Tizi n Test Pass.

My proud face!

Just get a little closer.

Beautiful Auberge in the High Atlas Mountains.

My view for the evening.

The ladies arrive.

The Riad manager.

The lovely Flowie, The lovely Elaine and the lovely Mia. Lovely!

Getting lost in the souks in Marrakesh.

Eating food and taking photographs.

Our fantastic guides to Ourike and the mountains. Mohammed and his uncle.

Flowie bought a basket.

What price you wanna pay (true persistence)

It's a carpet shop.

The ladies and Mohammed on a bridge.

Our table in the river.

The ladies loved this!

Bus doing at 1452 point turn whilst full of kids.

Spanish Pyrenees.

French Pyrenees.

Beautiful French Pyrenees.

Lunch is served.

Sodden right through.

How I missed the rain.

Looking forward to getting back.
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Solo, with no support (not even a girdle).