January 2009

ALONE AGE ICE Bco. 01/11/1909 Trigonero

After speaking with Amancio, I soon sign up to the Pyrenees to try out for our first real winter conditions ravine , osea with ice, I know we are a group of Tara, but is there, stayed at 2.30 in Elda and I was there at 2.30 am on Friday, taking into account the background, di margin to 3 , 15, and call Amancio EUREKA, forgot the detail that was at 2.30 pm. GRERGRGRGRGR.

As the trip promised, I went home and returned at noon, and this time it soon appeared Amancio and Cata.

At 4.30 we were in Valencia, looking for the gas station where we had stayed with Antonio, David and Santi, after visiting several stations found them, but still missing Daniel Ponce who was different from the other station.

Daniel Ponce on the way gave us a lecture on drills, drills and more drills hehehehe, do not need the music on the road trip JAAJAJA.

At 12 we Parzen and under one roof, we arranged the bivouac, but me I decided to stay in the car to sleep, thinking about the 6 degrees below zero outside.

At 8.30 I woke up and looked out the window, to fright fuck, looked like a zombie army to face the cold and sleep, leaving the bags hehehehe, but at midnight it appeared that the car was surrounded by coffins JAJAJAJA.

TO FUCK THAT COLD, we went to breakfast and try to get some heat in the bar at the gas station Parzen.

There were no more excuses to prolong the time of entering the ravine, after some initial moments of doubt, I assure you that justified to a COLD .......; JOC decided to go Amancio, Santi, David, Antonio y yo "to remember me cold." Tasting and Dani

preferred ice climbing in a waterfall called "dreams water "at the southern Bielsa tunnel.

The approach we started without crampons, ERROR soon Santi was able to discover JAJAJA

We thought that the ravine would be completely frozen and no water would enter NEW ERROR so-faced resignation (or cold) put on our crampons and ice axes in hand, we enter the brave tare.

was worth the environment and the ravine itself left us with an open mouth for her beauty, began avoiding the water, but soon we making slides and jumping.
also broke the ice sheets go and we fell into the water at once JAJAJA.

But the icing missing in one of the rappels, the ax I went to the water in a pond covering about 3 meters, I took off my backpack and plunged to the, on the first try I could not catch in the second attempt after being submerged for a while I found it.

But when I tried to leave the pool I realized I was dizzy and pain in my temples, luckily Santi was there and helped me out, because I fell. But donkeys we and others also sometimes hehehehe, if now I laugh, but then .........

bucamos ended and the sun, at this stage of the cold ravine noticeable, but that Tara.

After eating, by the way very well in the camping Bielsa, we started the return to 3.30. By the way, and in full sleep, we did a recreation of south-park
KENYA HAS KILLED, SON PUTA is a bastard, JAJAJA

and no more news we got home thinking about the next adventure.
Jesus breaking the ice
David jumping

As always attached the review of the gullies that appear here.
http://www.barrancos.org/Trigoniero.htm

GAS, GAS, GASSSSS!! Ten shit!:

Morocco from December 31 to January 6, 2009

Salam Malecum friends!,

Barrancos not discuss today, but if one of the most beautiful adventures of our lives, where we left full of hope to Morocco and returned full of great feelings and great memories, then of more than 4000 km covered in these short 8 days.

December 30, 2008

departed Monica and Rachel, with good energy charge, from Valencia in the direction of Tarifa. Along the way, stop in Alicante, for lunch and our beloved Europe squeeze that may not accompany us, and who would miss you so much for the whole trip.

Next stop, Murcia. After picking up our "Cansino" Jesus, petamos the car in its broadest sense, literal and narrow path by grain.

ate with Carlos Berrios and his daughter Lydia and perform the change car, Jeep our beloved coffee with your emergency kit brand Berrios (dried chestnuts).

From here, Thank you Carlos, you're a great example of generosity.
Without you and your coffee, we could not enjoy this trip.

With Rachel's Coffee in hand, we Arrans and scaring the staff of Tarifa and while we wait for a fun and Juanjo conjoined Garbee, sophisticated wine bars visiting the place.

took the ferry to Tangier on 23.20 hours, arriving at the office about 1.00 hours Moroccan hat by changing Europe Africa. Something more crucial, because everything is different.

As we await the paperwork we discovered why they do not like to photograph their security forces, jejej. They are dressed as buttons luxury hotel the 20. Last

customs, a few meters, we exchange, under a master class of our friend and guide, Juanjo.

Soon, stop installing the station, and early spontaneous laughter with giving the glue, and the initial and continuing impacts of meeting in a country outside Europe.

Dinner at 2.30 am and continue for an hour after we stopped to sleep.

December 31, 2008

boiled breakfast at 7.45 in service station washrooms, which had only the name neat. We organize the car, and continue to Merzouga, through Meknes, Azrou, stopping at the Cedars forest and seeing monkeys as we go through the Atlas Nevado.

During the tour we saw as children we addressed in the road and what are the women in the country (van with 3 men and 3 women in the load, man and woman up truck pulling it.) Given to much reflection on the way. We

to Midelt and very tired, and rain and cold did not stop, so demoralized us a little, as it predicted a very wet desert.

Zaid contacted us and informed us that there was blackout in Merzouga and was still raining.

Finally Ali arrived at the Lame ( http://www.alielcojo.com/albergue.htm ) and enter ... everything changed ...

Discouragement became joy and disbarment. The joy of Zaid ¡¡¡¡¡ ten shit! to see Juan, meet Hassan (his brother), the ambient light of candles, colors, drums, crowd of people. Finally, joy every corner and lots of feelings ...

Zaid accompanied us to the Auberge Oasis ( http://www.auberge-oasis.net/ ), right next to where we were treated great and we prepared a delicious dinner of final year based on: Harira and Kalia. (Soup and meat and vegetable stew with egg). Tangerines for dessert, coffee and The. All this coupled with a bottle of wine and the odd beer we had brought us, because there does not sell alcohol.

Tiredness and exhaustion of travel, vanished to the rhythm of drums, clapping and dancing.

toast with a bottle of Moët and went back to Ali the Gimp, which delighted us with a castle of fireworks welcomed the new year.

There in the candlelight and with the air of the desert and its people, in a utopian goodbye 2008.

We started 2009 with more dancing, more drums, a bottle of whiskey in hand, with good passes from pipe and non-stop laughing What good times!

discovered the new Juanjo (what comes accustomed lately), Zaid taught us to get the headscarves and Jesus retired to the shared rooms (room for 4).

arrived an hour later and miraculously, and that which is just 100 mtros and silence of the desert only heard our laughter. While Jesus came to greet us as the hostel staff.

share a pleasant surprise, the clouds were going and leaving a sky full of stars. Tomorrow would be a good day!

slept soundly, though the orders of Monica with light, snoring and coughing Jesus Rachel, enlivened the hours of sleep that first night, hahaha.

January 1, 2009

We started the year with great push ..... yeah, yeah ..... pushing the coffee to the big dune, we looked awesome and under a great day. We were already in the Erg Chebbi

Berrios warnings the day before, comes to mind immediately. Fortunately, the breakfast of date jam, orange and honey, gave us energy to tear it to achieve success.

went to pick up Ali Zaid and his hangover, which would remember the day. Visit the Laguna de Merzouga, dodging, not trampling, the thousands of children who addressed us on the road asking anything with despair.

visited the village of Black and his School, where leave gifts and school supplies to some children very well applied. It was a nice moment.

Thanks to Zaid, were invited to take 2 thes (the third is to go), while enjoying the music of Les Pingeons du Dessert. (Native group).

Begins Master Dakariano driving. Rachel Pilla's Cafe, bound Merdani mines, crossing a small river to do the Arena and the initial impressions on this new medium.

From there, the background, we watched the famous track Citroën, while Zaid presented with a pair of bracelets, their girls. From there we saw the show perplexed dunes, which in a few moments we were a part.
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Lowering tire pressure with a pointer system technology. Palito desert and counting to 120. A foolproof system.

First esliganda of coffee to car Juanjo. Some Curran, Zaid gave a lesson in driving and other is coated by the dunes.

ouvir We arrived at the Oasis, where after stating that we had not eaten, chop something. Brahim salute (the owner) who informed us of the impossibility of Baptism, to be broken well pump.

As there was no baptism, Zaid brought a pleasant entertainment. Snowboard Bodyboard for Monica and Raquel.

dune climbing after all were laughing and new sensations, the speed, the sun, heat, and the spectacle of the Oasis where we were and that we were giving

Brahim We said goodbye, but not before, leave a present for him and his family. Monica

Juanjo take the car to fly a few minutes and disrupt the trunk, leaving all belongings in the front seats. We continue with the thrill of adventure.

Gassss, Gassss, Gassss, short ridge ...., Gassssss !!!!!!!!!!

A group of bikers on the dunes, we wonder if we saw a guy on a quad, to which I say no and went their way. After some confusion

more and seeing no way to change women for camels, nor accepted as the present, we decided to leave the ground, jejej. Very

working them, they caught the spare wheel of the machine and there followed a route through the dunes for a while. Get your full adaptation Moroccan women. They both inside and outside them, lol.

reached the oasis of the great dune and after several attempts to reach the machine was finally its peak, the Terrace in the hands of Zaid, the only one who managed to reach the summit. SPEC-tacular.

We would say to Yasmina Laguna, where the distance, saw something .... The guy on the quad!, He had broken the chain. We gave him something to drink and get closer to Oasis.

Soon, Rachel said, There goes, there go!, they turned !!!!, and let the Great Dune, to reach the big traffic jam!, which were a good while, until Zaid, put the coffee and got out the car of JJ

From Lagoon Yasmina hooked to the road to Rissani, where we hoped Carlos Thriet and Mary and his journey to join our What joy to see us again!

Rissani In the Souk, after sitting down and offer The, started fiddling. Zaid transmitting and negotiated our purchases, but not the last word was always our Berbere woman Mary. Art is what my girl!

From here we went to the gas station to check pressures, filling tanks, cleaning filters and little way to make a birritas Ali.

In the table, to hear us discuss the next day's route, a lovely couple, Diego and Elena, we sought the adoption stage for the next day.

The Oasis for dinner again and Tagine Harira couscous. Maria and Carlos were removed to "sleep" and the rest of the band continued again Ali: Only a drink, and go!.

With the drums and whiskeys, Zaid teacher showed us how to express moods through the position of his turban. Ten shit !!!!! and theoretical significance of Asereje (tralarí, tralarí ... ).¡¡¡ requetecagüen Me Ten!!

A second glass, and seeing the broken promises, Jesus' face in hand, leaves us. Parándole in the way any good soul missed its brisk lighting, jejej.

January 2, San Jesus

Objective M'hamid by Erg Chebbi, Er Remli, Tagounite

There was to push the machine but if you change wheel, we took on Ali as we meet everyone. Atar packages, change tires, make "Caramel", to third broadcaster in the car of Diego and Elena and all in the midst of "Invasion of the children"

crossed a river of water and lots of sand, as well as enjoying the great Hamadas where now 4 cars circulating in parallel to avoid eating dust and take lots of pictures including .

Throughout the tour, we gave gifts to the children waiting in our way, their faces of anguish and despair. How grateful are!

Then one of the hardest moments and never forget, three children, after giving them gifts, we chased barefoot, and without realizing it, for more than two miles through the harsh, rocky desert.

Our soul is still there with them, have so little.

From Here and for all those who think at some point down, please, cars loaded with warm clothes and shoes especially.

We reached the spectacular large crater and out cross, Jesus reported the rupture of a buffer. Juanjo soon get the monkey and with the help of petty, Jesus and Diego, in a flash shakes ... shock changed.

Meanwhile, the rest were busy preparing lunch / dinner / snack in a castro (again we had forgotten) while picking up Maria and soil Descojonado pavement.

Tagounite We reached across his palm grove and the night ... sorry! And from there to the gas station to check the wheel and clean filters. We arrived

Chez le Pacha, under our faces with amazement, was a real palace! We expected Zaid who had become the route to a customer at full speed and with the odd incident. Ten shit !!!!!! ( http://www.chezlepacha.com/ )

shower after a scandal (as is), and a nice dinner, with third-degree Diego and Elena, and warning of ambush, rest in Haima, looking for fallen stars who had discovered Elena, hehe

Day January 3, 2009

After breakfast, about to turn over photos, other wash and other wheel repair shop, not without leave of Zaid and his Ten shit!!

From here Thanks for all Zaid, Desert Fox. It was a great pleasure and pride to know you. INCH'ALLA!!

played Objective Aït Benhaddou Today, through the Sacred Oasis, rivers of sand Erg feared Cheggaga Who does not accelerate the shit!, And passing gas all through Lake Iriki.

In the first Hamada, the trap was ready to Diego that through the station .... Women to Power!.

Maria with the Navara, Rachel and the Terrace, Moni and Elena Coffee with the pezado GR. his "Jaimolina" and discrete "L". (By super prices Diego ..)

We arrived at Sacred Oasis. Spec-tacular!.

None of the cars remained in the Chegaga moved, They enjoy, the countryside and the surf of the cars (they dumb ... jejej
.¿¿¿???),

a nomadic family found among the dunes, desert citrus groves and the curious baobab. ( http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adansonia )

After giving gifts and some pictures, we continued to the Iriki, where men cling to power again the steering wheel and Gassss, Gasssss Gassssss

The miles and miles were Iriki, for fun, stop eating in a Bedouin tent in the company of a boy who appeared from nowhere and nothing was lost.

continue our journey, gasss, gass, gas military ... bike!! Why we flee?? (By Helena). After

avoid it, we reached the hill of the fossils, and suddenly ... gasss, gass, gas military arrives, hahaha. We crossed a track

tough and bad that led us to Foum Zguid where coca-cola in hand, we dump photos and get the first and sad farewell to Diego and Elena.

The rest continue to La Baraka (Luck in Arabic) in Aït Benhaddou, which again gave us room for 4 and a 2, a good meal and a sad drum performance.

12.00 and was approaching came the surprise for Rachel. First thing in the room held her, catching his boot lace at the door, and then 3 jejej bananas and two sad candles, made of cake to celebrate his '29 'birthday as well met.

January 4, 2009

Kashba visited the walled city where movies were filmed Troy and Gladiator.

After leaving the Kashba we went to Tizi-n-Tichka (2200 mtros high) through a spectacular track, enjoyed only Carlos and Maria, as we had again broken the same buffer. After the repairs

several blacksmith who kindly made us isofacto and Dh 70 and 2 beers, we are hallucinating again fiddling with Carlos and Maria (The Fatima Berbere) on top of the mountain pass.

After lunch we head Marrakech. Inexplicable approach and arrival on this road, you have to live!. Traffic, buses, motorcycles, bikes, cars, spontaneous, all with or without lights. Thankfully not drink alcohol, but ... Crash, crash, crashhhh!

after firing through the station of Carlos and Maria continued to Rabat, we came to Marrakech.

A man on a motorcycle, he agreed to accompany us to the hotel in exchange for Juanjo not tried to run a third time, ha ha. We arrived at the hotel

Islane Kotoubia the square., With an indescribable stress. Back in the souk, dodging bikes, motorcycles and carriages that were circulating among the crowds and stalls.

decided to dine at the plaza, Jennalfana where Monica left his backpack on the floor above the pool of a drain!, What was his face when he realized!; Buajjjjj!!

We took a carriage ride through Marrakech, ice cold and each couple (male and female) retired to his quarters ... ...

Day January 5, 2009

On 6 of the morning, waking Moruno, call to prayer from the Koutoubia (the Giralda is a copy of it). Could make it a little later not??

breakfast in the hotel's terrace with a beautiful view and warm to the ears. And then, because what better to be walking by the Grand Souk

We practice
theoretical notions in the art of wheeling and dealing of our teacher Maria (The Fatima Berbère).
Notable
Approved with little to disguise the absence of exalted emotions of the women when they got their goal, lol.

continue towards Casablanca, also with great push to the coffee maker, lol.

On arrival, we decided to visit the mosque in the rain and where we could also hear the call to afternoon prayer.

continue to Rabat, and after finding the Ibis hotel, we went downtown for dinner at a Petit Taxi pissed off, where we climbed a spontaneous, something common to share the race, but finally we cover ..

dinner already in the center, as renegades, after stopping and gasss, gasss, gasss we go!

We returned to the hotel in a Grand Taxi, after a quick stroll through the beautiful Rabat.

Day January 6, 2009 (Reyes)

Last breakfast in Morocco, at least for the time Jooo .. er, what a shame!.

received the help of a spontaneous kindly got in the car and directed us to exit the city.

bugger off to Tangier, where after more than a thick traffic, we arrived at the port Justito of time.

The country was full of red flags and police checks on those days as King Mohamed VI would, for most of its cities.

already in the queue and have serious doubts whether embarcábamos or expect the next ferry, we took the remains of cold cuts and beer on the hood of the Café, while the tail moved in, under the suspicious and envious glances from other travelers. Juanjo

already climbed about Jesus and Monica and Rachel when they stay for an untimely radio broadcast. (Monica ...) hehehe.

that await you in Tarifa ...) ... ... Radar and military? Your radar?

No, no .... Radio and largemouth in the other car !!!!, jejjejajajaj.

... We went to the Ferry and

turned off the radio .... ... ..

INCH'ALLA !!!!! See you soon Morocco. Chronic

by Rachel and Monica
photos Juanjo, Jesus, Diego, Elena, María, Carlos, Rachel and Monica.

Jesustbo, Canyoning At Its Best.

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