モロッコ豪雨。道が崩壊した時に起きた奇跡。

モロッコ豪雨。道が崩壊した時に起きた奇跡。

This was my destination today, but the road collapsed and I can’t get to the town. I’m going back. Hello everyone, this is Asahi. In September 2024, while traveling in eastern Morocco, rain equivalent to the annual precipitation fell in just two days. More than 50 houses and more than 100 roads collapsed, and many people died. I couldn’t go to the destination village. However, on the way back from there, a local person I met by chance invited me to his house. Hello. Thank you. There is no electricity. Is there a power outage? Yes. Good morning. There is no internet. Many of the roads leading up to here were flooded, so I didn’t want to go back. I am really grateful to the local people who helped me by saying, “Just stay here until the water subsides.” And the date palms here are incredibly fresh, unlike usual. They were the best dates. I’m going to see how the road is on my motorbike. I’m outside the village of Takcha. If you look at the aerial photo, you can see the black line here. This is usually dry, but now it has become a river due to heavy rain. The people who live in Takcha are in trouble because of this. They are isolated on land. In other words, they cannot go to the town they want to go to, Tissemoumine. Since they cannot go to Tissemoumine, they cannot take this route to the highway called N12 here. Then they return home for lunch. Then they go to see the flooded road in question. The collapsed road at the beginning of the video is downstream from here. It is also flooded here, but it is in a better condition than that. They said that if it does not rain upstream, it will be fine tomorrow. Good morning. In the name of God. Thank you. It is a small village of about 20 houses, and this village also depends on agriculture such as date palm. I think the fields collapsed due to the heavy flood and it was quite damaged. Despite that timing, they let a stranger stay and had a lot of food. This hospitality is amazing, isn’t it? Where does such a generousness come from? If your business suddenly collapses due to a disaster, you’ll probably feel a bit depressed that day. I thought I would be in a bad mood to entertain tourists, but that wasn’t the case at all. Amazing. Thank you. Oh, there’s almost no water. Easy. This is around here in Morocco. All off-road from Merzouga. There was asphalt along the way. This is the last village, Tissemoumine. I just passed that village, and this is the last off-road. I’ll do my best. My destination for this day is a big town called Zagora. I have a group chat for African bicycle trips on the messaging app WhatsApp. One of the members is a Moroccan who lives in Zagora. When I told him that I was traveling this route, he agreed to provide me with a place to stay. The off-road called Piste is over. It’s asphalt. It was a fun road. 60km left to Zagora. Hey, how are you? By chance, I met Hassan, who helped me out in Merzouga, on this road. I’m surprised. I’ll stay in Zagora tonight. You can go to Ouarzazate after tomorrow. Yes. I will arrive by Friday. See you. What a coincidence. Hassan introduced me to his uncle in Merzouga. After Merzouga, I stayed in a village called Jdaid for two nights. It was Hassan’s place. After Jdaid, I cycled off-road to Ramlia. Hassan also helped me by car from Ramlia to the next village, Sidi Ali. By the way, I will be staying at Hassan’s father’s house in Ouarzazate. Good day. I’m in Zagora. Thank you for staying indoors again. Dinner. Tajine looks delicious. I speak Japanese. MISTUBISHI. HONDA. Right. Most of the people in this area are Amazigh, commonly known as Berbers. They played traditional music. I went off-road from the desert town of Merzouga. After that, I stopped in Zagora for one night and am now here. I’m heading for Ouarzazate, 120km left. I think I’ll get there tomorrow. Today’s date is September 12th, 9am. On the way to Ouarzazate, I happened to meet Hassan’s father. He is working alone in Ouarzazate as a tour guide. I’m climbing a mountain. Good morning. Yesterday I was camping in this village. September 13th, 10am. 60km to go until Ouarzazate. After a mountain climbing-like cycling trip, I arrived in Ouarzazate. Today’s bed. Thank you. I left my bike at Hassan’s father’s house in Ouarzazate, and then flew to the neighboring country of Algeria. The border between Morocco and Algeria has been completely closed for 30 years. You cannot enter the country by bicycle overland. I thought I didn’t need to go. However, having traveled a lot near the border, I was moved by the desert scenery and the kindness of the people, and I began to want to go to Algeria. About a month later. After returning to Ouarzazate, I crossed the Atlas Mountains and headed to Marrakech. The scenery was amazing. It’s really good. There are a lot of ups and downs, but the scenery continues like this. It’s fun. At this time, I wasn’t sure what to do with YouTube, so I hardly filmed any videos. I went to a town that is a World Heritage Site, but I only have a few photos, so please forgive me. That’s the end of this video. Thank you for watching. Please subscribe, like, and comment. See you in the next video. Goodbye.

自転車だからこそあまり情報がないモロッコ東部を旅する事が出来て本当によかった。ありがとうございました。次回もお楽しみに！