Both cars have performed faultlessly through the dust storms of the Sahara, through the corners of the Tizi N Test pass, through the beaches of Laayoune – they didn’t even have a hiccup! All they needed was a routine service in Casablanca and that was it.
We thought, Casablanca has always been about mystery, about the fog rolling in from the Atlantic, about cloak and dagger tactics and of course Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. The Casablanca team #GLAadventure drive into is nothing like that. It’s cosmopolitan, it’s manicured and it is very American.
A mere five kilometers derails our glorious Dakar plans. As team GLAadventure drive in to the town of Laayoune.
Morocco is at the intersection of Europe and Africa, and as such it is a melting pot of cultures. The French, Portuguese, Spanish, Americans, Germans – all were here, all brought in their own unique styles and influences, and all came with their own cars.
Driving from Guelmim to Laayoune, we were stopped six times at security check posts, and the further south we went, the longer it took with the security guards who now started noting down all our passport numbers and checking car papers.
Africa was supposed to be difficult – exotic, unexplored, uncharted, uncomfortable and difficult. Except here in Morocco, it’s all way too easy.