The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert

The Tempest Two are a duo of adventure lifestyle fans who think nothing of jumping in a rowing boat and setting off on a 3000 mile epic over the atlantic. Follow the pair as they swap paddles for panniers in this story, as they go from novice motorcyclists, to weather beaten pros in two weeks.

This is their story:

 

Almost every motorcyclist in their life has dreamt the same dream, the open road ahead of them, the wind whistling through their hair, and the roar of a motorbike as they drive into the sunset. An idyllic scene for sure, but a far-fetched fantasy only obtainable by the Beckham's of this world, or is it?

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

Earlier this year, we decided to try and make a childhood dream a reality, and prove the system wrong. With zero motorcycle touring experience, we would look to mount two of the most rugged and impressive motorbikes on the market, and ride them from London to the Sahara Desert, to a boutique festival, Beyond Sahara, in under two weeks. We pitched the idea to Triumph, who generously lent us a pair of the Tiger 800 adventure bikes.

Our journey began in the glamorous setting of a Welwyn Garden City motorcycle training centre, our idyllic dream was immediately tarnished as we took our first lesson in freezing cold January rain. The ripped jeans became a pair of waterproof trousers, and the fitted leather jacket became a high-vis waistcoat. Ego’s to one-side, we dedicated ourselves to the cause and hit the open roads. To add to the pressure, we had only nine days from our first lesson, to actually learn and pass the test, and a few days after that we would be leaving for The Sahara. The look on our instructors face when we disclosed this information summed up perfectly how most people viewed this endeavor; arrogant, not possible, and stupid.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

By some miracle, we both passed our tests within the nine-day window and were now fully-fledged riders! With the bikes delivered to London, a rough-route through Spain and Morocco planned, and panniers packed with barely enough essentials that included a few clothes, cameras, bike documents and enough Workshop Coffee to cover us for the 18-day trip, we gingerly pulled away as legal riders and rode to Portsmouth, where we would board a ferry to Bilbao and begin our route south.

Northern Spain was the ultimate gateway to our journey, after a two hour ride from Bilbao we climbed the Cantabria mountain range, and sat upon the roof of Rioja, a stunning panoramic of the entire region. Vineyards and bodegas spanned beyond the horizon, and we were treated to a 20-minute hairpin descent down into the valley.

We spent that evening in Logrono, the main city of Rioja, and were put in contact with a local who was going to show us around and take us on a ‘tour de tapas’. Our night was spent wondering the cobbled back streets of the city, in what can only be described as a Spanish pub-crawl. The culinary culture here was not about sit-down meals, but meandering your way through the hundreds of tapas bars lining the streets, spending 10 minutes in one, five in another, until you are suitably full. Our host’s family owned the oldest tapas bar in Logroño, which served nothing but garlic mushrooms and prawns on bread. Nothing else. This theme ran throughout the area, establishments would choose to do one thing incredibly well, rather than lots of things to a mediocre standard. The results were testament to this way of thinking. €2 would get you a tapa and a small beer/glass of wine (which were all incredible, naturally), and after spending €20 you would be suitably stuffed, and unable to walk home in a straight-line.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

With a slight Riojan haze filling our heads the following morning, we brewed and our first cups of freshly ground coffee to blow away the cobwebs. We were invited to visit a famous bodega (winery), just outside of the city in the heart of the vineyards. Here we were walked through the entire process from grape to glass, an experience we both walked away from far wiser!

Our next destination was the small-town of Neuvalos in the Zaragoza region, and what we expected to be a simple three hour stint. We were wrong. This was the first time in our riding career (one day…) we had experienced strong winds. As we passed into the flat plains of central Spain, the winds grew in strength. What started as a series of mildly uncomfortable gusts, soon evolved into something more. We were being blown fully across the road into the opposing lane, with absolutely no control over our position on the road. We found ourselves reducing speed out of fear of falling, and leaning at an angle to counter the winds force. Every now and again, the gusts would drop and we would wobble violently to correct our leaning postures, like someone pulling a chair from beneath you. Due to the conditions, we opted to leave the direct major-roads, and took a quieter diversion to avoid traffic. This added an hour onto our journey, but soon became one of the best decisions we made on the entire trip. We joined the smaller road (SO-150 for reference), and for the next 2 hours weaved through some of the most stunning scenery we have ever seen. We didn't see another human for the entirety, and we passed through ancient looking towns, derelict and weather worn. As the sun set around us, the landscape was brushed with a pink and orange filter, and we sped on our way, grinning the entire way. It was moments like this that we had hoped for when planning the trip, and by chance, we had stumbled upon one.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

The following days we had planned to make our way down the coast to Gibraltar, where we would enter Morocco via ferry. However, it soon became apparent that we had wildly underestimated the distances we had set out for ourselves on a daily basis. When planning the trip, our calculations were made with only experience of driving a car to guide us. Four hours on a motorbike, and four hours in a car, are two very different things it turns out. When riding a bike, you are concentrating every second of every minute, constantly engaged and alert. In a car, it is far easier to zone-out and go into autopilot, thus making time move fast and trips more manageable. Essentially, we realised that driving to Gibraltar would require some serious stints on the bikes, with no time to actually explore and enjoy different places (something we were 100% committed to doing). We scrambled for alternatives, and found we could in fact jump on a ferry in Almeria, and enter Morocco via Nador, an entry point completely void of tourism and western culture.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara on Triumph Tiger 800s

The following days we had planned to make our way down the coast to Gibraltar, where we would enter Morocco via ferry. However, it soon became apparent that we had wildly underestimated the distances we had set out for ourselves on a daily basis. When planning the trip, our calculations were made with only experience of driving a car to guide us. Four hours on a motorbike, and four hours in a car, are two very different things it turns out. When riding a bike, you are concentrating every second of every minute, constantly engaged and alert. In a car, it is far easier to zone-out and go into autopilot, thus making time move fast and trips more manageable. Essentially, we realised that driving to Gibraltar would require some serious stints on the bikes, with no time to actually explore and enjoy different places (something we were 100% committed to doing). We scrambled for alternatives, and found we could in fact jump on a ferry in Almeria, and enter Morocco via Nador, an entry point completely void of tourism and western culture.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

Our border crossing into Morocco was chaos. We were the only Westerners crossing into Morocco, and were hounded by people trying to fill out our forms and help us across the boarder. We were initially dubious, and palmed them all off, claiming we had it all sorted. However, it soon became apparent that English wasn’t on the menu, and our broken Spanish was not cutting it with the officials. After 20 minutes or so of being surrounded by what seemed thousands of locals, touching and grabbing the bikes, we acquired the help of the most persistent of our ‘helpers’ who guided us with ease through customs and filled out our forms (spelling almost every name and place of birth wrong, but no-one seemed to care!). We paid him his dues, and his day was made. We misjudged the intentions of those trying to help us, and presumed we would be ripped off. This was not the case, and our ill-informed pre-conception was doing nothing but holding us up.

After the three hours it took to gain entry into Morocco, we set off through Nador and into the countryside. From the pristine Spanish coastal cities we frequented a matter of hours before, we now found ourselves weaving between the carnage of Moroccan traffic. Horns, shouts, dust and goats filled every street, and it felt incredible to be a part of. We soon realised that the seemingly lawless roads were in fact more organised than we gave them credit, and we learnt quickly that a horn is used to signal what the driver intends to do. We embraced our surroundings and got stuck into the melee, weaving and beeping with sheer delight.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

Our new route would take us from Nador, down a single road through Midelt and into Merzougha (the edge of the Sahara). We had some long hours on the bike ahead, but the beauty of Morocco was overwhelming. We were growing in confidence on the bikes, and starting to push them harder. The long, empty roads through the barren desert were the perfect runways to open up the throttle and have some fun. We passed through abandoned towns, towering canyons and lush-green oasis’. One thing that struck us more than the landscapes though was the reception from the local people. Every child, elderly person, policemen and goat would smile and wave at us. The outlook of these people, who's lives are filled with struggle and hardship, was infectiously positive. We took a huge amount from the people we met throughout the trip, but one person in particular made a real impact on us, leaving us speechless and humbled in equal measures. This man was called Moha, an owner of a tiny cafe in the Moroccan desert. We had pulled in to grab some food and stock up on water, only to find we had no cash and card payments were not available. As we packed up to leave, Moha told us to sit-down, and he would gladly feed and water us free of charge. The willingness to give, when he had very little, was a trait that seemed to be engrained within most of the Moroccans we met.

The Tempest Two ride to the Sahara Desert on Triumph Tiger 800

After this we found ourselves in the Moroccan town of Merzougha. Before us was an image we had seen countless times on Google when researching the trip. Towering orange dunes, shining in the intense desert sun, for as far as the eye could see. Our two Triumph’s had taken us across continents, and had never faltered once. We had started as novice riders, and arrived not experts, but confident riders with a library of memories and a newl passion for motorbikes. We rode the Tigers through a sandy back-road, and left them with a local hotel-owner. Their shift was up for the time-being, as our road tyres were no match (nor was our skills as riders!) for the steep sand-dunes. Our ferocious machines were to be replaced by camels for a few hours at least. Our destination was reached, and the two-days of relaxation were welcome, but we soon found ourselves talking about the ride over beers, and sure enough, looking forward to getting back to the bikes. With bodies rested, we turned the bikes around, and set our Google Maps to London, the journey home was ahead of us, and we couldn't wait for what it may have in store.

Our goal for this trip was not just reaching a destination. It was to show people that you don’t have to be an experienced rider to take on such a trip. Many people are intimidated by long-rides, unknown roads and boarder crossings. Adventure bikes are often labelled for the older rider, but this is not the case. We are two young guys, with no experience or credentials to call upon, and we have just returned from one of the most enjoyable two weeks of our lives. If there is one-thing to take from this article; forget pre-conceptions of what you are capable of and start planning your dream-ride, its only a dream until you make it happen.

To read more of The Tempest Two's adventures on land and sea, please look up their blog : http://www.thetempesttwo.com/

 

Do I need travel insurance for a trip like this?

Just like any holiday, a trip on a motorcycle – be it in the UK, Europe or beyond – can be ruined by delays, lost documents, illness and more. There are plenty of travel insurance options, but you need to make sure you get a policy that includes riding motorcycles, and if it does, that it's for bikes of the engine size you'll be riding (many only cover up to 250cc). At its most basic, you should look for insurance that provides cover for the following: 

  • Medical expenses
  • Loss or theft of personal possessions
  • Lost or delayed luggage
  • Loss of your passport and other documents
  • Travel delays and disruptions
  • Having to cut your holiday short

In addition though, if you’re taking a motorcycle (or you're renting one while you’re away) be sure that your insurer will cover you for any medical expenses, should you have an accident. You must also think about where you’re riding – some policies won’t cover you if you’re trail or enduro riding, or if you’re on a race track. Remember – this isn’t about your bike being covered, it’s about your medical expenses, should the worst happen.

If you're only going away once, a single-trip policy will likely be all you need, but also consider an annual policy, which could extend to cover your family holidays too (a good insurer should also be able to offer cover for your whole family). 

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