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I
cross without me to stop longer than the time of the supply, Béchar,
city little engaging. Arrival with Béni Abbès in a site
to cut the breath, like a gigantic drained natural lake opening on monumental
throats, 10 kms broad on 200 kms the long ones. This sight is not possible
that while arriving in the city and one realizes that since kilometers
lasting one followed this projection hidden by the dunes. Another characteristic
of Béni- Abbèss is the running water swimming pool of
the camp-site. A true luxury!
 
While setting out again of the panels announce a danger which will become
permanent: roads with sand on 10Km. On some portions of true sand snow-drifts
80 cm height were formed with the liking of the wind. The trucks while
speeding inside dug 2 moving and hard ruts in the motor bike. Along
the road there are stoppings of police force where it is necessary to
talk, to show papers of the vehicle and to tell the road with motor
bike. The landscapes are imposing, to cut the breath but not thirst
: Heat is infernal in August.
On the roads Algerian of the south, the desert of sand and vehicles
reigns. Rare are the touaregs at the wheel of their truck, some buses,
some Pigeot taxi overloaded and some 4x4 of rich. Still long kilométres,
while going towards Adrar, Reganne. In Reganne the record of heat is
beaten 42° at 8 o'clock in the morning ! I drink up to 12 liters
of water per day. The XT holds the shock perfectly.
The road makes place more and more place with stony 
track or of fine sand.
After Aoulef 
they are 300 kms of track through the dunes to join
In Salah. The various traces in sand cross and are recrossed on more
than 100 meters of broad and only the planted beacons all the kilométres
make it possible to find the good track. The traps are numerous: the
fesh-fesh in 80 depth cm bench, ruts, dunes, one quickly learns how
to roll on this grass to camel about which intends to speak during Paris-Dakar.
Right in the middle of the track under a badgering sand wind, suddenly
emerges behind a dune, a water fraiche oasis and fountain!
With In Salah, last great stage before Tamanrasset, Touaregs in 4x4
are in great number. To still join Tam roads ensablées, rectilinear,
stony track, corrugated sheet who obliges to quickly find good speed
for surfer on the bumps, under penalty of all to break. Before the throats
of Arak " a motel " on the edge of the track: After glass
of gazouze, the substitute wretched of the Coke, I eat a tajine and
once the motor bike sunken in the coffee, I sleep with beautiful star
in my bag of bed benefitting from the bright celestial voute and the
magnetism of the desert.
In the early morning the police force comes to control my papers. They
are very proud of their 4x4 new bright burning coal. The road is still
sandy and rectilinear, my passage makes raise a very fine sand cloud
on more than 100 meters. Suddenly sand makes place with black rock ,
which makes the landscape lunar. The throats of Arak are in sight, some
turns surprising after all these rectilinear kilometers, dry fords,
well on, the wadi being completely dried up.  The
road goes up then on
the plate of Hoggar in an increasingly lunar landscape, one sees only
sand and black rock. It is finally the arrival with Tamanrasset or I
takes a few days of well deserved rest. Then come the moment from the
return, the same kilometers in the direction reverses... On the track
close to Aoulef I am victim of a dehydration which give me cramps in
all the muscles. Much water, small rations by small rations and eating
dates, the whole followed by a good night of sleep and I am repaired.
I cross wild dromaires  which
is unaware of me supremely carrying on their road.
Towards Adrar the XT backfire :
carburation is hurt. Bad mechanic I will workedi several times in the
carburator finding sand. All the remainder of the increase in Algeria
will be done with the motor bike revolving like a pan and fear of the
breakdown. The mechanics met lower them also the arms! Little before
Ain-Sefra a battery lead connection breaks Net, leaving me in total
roads. With the assistance of a taxi who passes by there I screw in
force a large screw in the battery and with wire connects the screw
and the leg. That enables me to regain Ain-Sefra after a fashion. Impossible
to find a battery for the XT, it has no motor bike in Ain-Sefra there,
just Mobylettes. I buy a battery for car, that I fix on the door luggage
and connects to the legs with electric cable. It works good.
Once in Morocco,
the mechanic concessionaire Yamaha entirely dismounted the carburator,
changing the menbranne, and punches, cleaning each part carefully. He
found that a gasoline filter into tank was not in place ! Once the whole
gone up the XT work fine... In the last kilometers of turn towards Tetouan
to leaving a line on a small road, a car is into full on the left, and
I cannot avoid it. It is the shock of full whip, I pass over the car
and fall down on the macadam, the back protected by my back bag. I have
only some coasts of broken. The XT, it died and it will remain stray
on the spot, I am repatriated by the assistance of the insurance.
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