So, as I enjoyed Moroccoso much last year, I had to see if something was wrong (one never know), and to see if actually was possible to buy gasoline in the country.
The plan was to meet up with some people somewhere in Spain then spend some time in Morocco and then maybe split up again – different interests.
I don’t know if it’s me, but it seams that my journeys going to and from my vacation destination always tend to be a bit of an issue, the weather last year was nothing to write home about, also as some might know there was an accident in Spain, this year was cold, so bloody cold, don’t always know why I do these things.
Day 1, 27/3-2010, 559km
Rotterdam -> Dreux (France)
GPS played up, bit of rain, and not very warm, what happened to spring (which was supposed to start 6 days ago). Formula1 hotels are to be avoided in the future.
Day 2, 28/3-2010, 1292km
Dreux -> Ventas de Irun (Spain)
<censur> weather. Don’t know why one actually do these things, but there much be a reason for it. After Bayonne the weather started getting better, 16c – 19c what a bliss. In Spain!!, found a Hotel, no restaurant, but free internet (humm)
Day 3, 29/3-2010, 2305km
Ventas de Irun -> Malaga
Nice morning, sun is out, looking promising. Well, that was only for the first 50km, then everything went back to my normal vacation weather, meaning cold, and rainy (heavy mist). While waiting for Martin and Tom in Burgos I got some more cloth on, not that it helped much. Arrived in Burgos around 12pm found a place to sit, send an text got an answer… found my book, 2 hours later I asked where they where, on the way was the answer, an hour later I send an text that I would be leaving and meeting up with Matt in Malaga, who had an issue with his bike. South of Madrid was horrible, heavy gusting wind from west, and as everyone know overtaking a truck in these conditions are nerve racking, still enjoyed Sierra Nevada (as always), arrived in Malaga around 11pm, meet up with Matt who was a bit down due to his bike problems, but a recovery truck would take the bike to BMW next morning.
Day 4, 30/3-2010, 2338km
Malaga -> Melilla (Spanish Morocco)
Went out to BMW to see how Matt was doing, and by surprise everything got fixed, off to find the ferry (how can it be that ferry ports are so difficult to find). Martin and Tom was already there. Got the tickets, and after a bit of “exploring†and asking around we found the ferry. Custom lady like me bike <grin>, well to say it this way; she was not ugly. I discovered that my sunglasses was broken, and in the hysteria in getting ready I forgot my hat. Sitting on the top deck in the wind was not the best thing, ugly burns on the top of my head was the result….
Day 5, 31/3-2010, 2491km
Melilla -> Guercif (Morocco)
Martin had to change tyres (TCK80’s), which he was done with around 12pm (yarn…), then off to the border.. How was it, oh yes, white paper for the entry visa, papers for the bike afterwards, easy, got everything sorted fairly fast, around 20 minutes, then all hell broke loose. Matt and Martin did not have any insurance (green card), and Melilla there is no way to get the bike across the border without an insurance, they tried going to the shop across the border no luck; “we will have the papers in 3 hours†was the answer, then into Nador with a taxi, where they didn’t want to deal with them (I think). Not that it isn’t interesting sitting at the border, but there are limits.
Finally after more than 3 hours (even more yarn…) they got the insurance, and we got across.
Arrived in Guercif, where we found a Hotel, without European toilets… after some very nice food, bedtime.
Day 6, 1/4-2010, 2879km
Guercif -> Hotel Timnay north of Midelt
Started out, got breakfeast in Taza, then went south on the small “roadsâ€, which was really nice. We finally got to a junction where we more or less had decided to turn right, but that changed, and we turned left which for me ended my trip off “tarmacâ€. In a hairpin on gravel the beast decided to take a nap which caused me to bust my shoulder and twist my bag.
I have to say that the scenery was stunning though.
There is one “rule†to driving in Africa, “DO NOT DRIVE AT NIGHTâ€, it’s pitch black. We finally got to the hotel, and after a fairly quick dinner went to bed. The dinner was in a way interesting, there was entertainment by a local folk group, I am not sure if it’s one of the things I would like to experience again.
Almost fell of the bike, when we finally stopped, inscrutable pain in shoulder and back.
Day 7, 2/4-2010, 3174km
Hotel Timnay -> Merzouga (Erg Chebbi)
Due to the issue with my shoulder I decided to continue on tarmac, where the others continue on grave and worse (last time I saw them). There is not much to see in the desert, well there is as there is the Atlas mountain range which is like big…
Now the warm weather started, when I left the hotel it was around 24c, which was nice, after I crossed the Atlas it got to around 28c, which was really nice, before long I was no longer freezing, and before end of the day it was 34c – hot!
The reason for going to Merzouga was to see Erg Chebbi which are the largest dunes in Morocco reaching 150m, ie. big pile of sand;-).
Blasted shoulder kept me from doing fun things….
With the help of a Tim Cullis and his way point file I found a place to stay for the night; Chez Jullia. Julia is an Austrian lady who runs an auberg which at edge of Merzouga (N31°05.937 W04°00.858). Julia speaks French and German, no English, and as I speak German we had a quite entertaining discussion about Morocco, being the only guest that evening probably helped.
Food was awsome…. !!!
btw. it’s hot….
Day 8, 3/4-2010, 3506km
Merzuga -> Zagora
Got off to a good start, decided to take the Desert Highway (“Highwayâ€, ha!), also known as N12. Still warm, stopped for fuel and had a nice conversation with the owner of the next door cafe. Hot!! and dry!!
Driving at the edge of Sahara is interesting, but also not as fun as one would think, many places people beg for money or food here children (shepherds) beg for water, but being on a bike where one does not have too much in the first place (2l in camelbag, and 2l on the bike, which is enough for a day if something should happen), also due to bacteria one cannot let them drink of a bottle. Heartbreaking. On the other hand, as I’ve seen how donkey are treated in the north where they live a miserable life, down south where it seams that the women are looking after them they seam to have a good life, hard but good.. nice.
Due the wind much dust in the air, humidity is close to 0%, drinking water does not help much, actually it doesn’t…. Can look at the sun without any protection….
Finally goto Zagora, checked in at Chez Ali, quite interesting, except that they could do with air-condition in the room, blast they are hot. But as long as the shower works everything is fine.
Day 9, 4/4-2010, 3707km
Zagora -> Ouarzazate (War-za-zat)
Got packed, the people at the hotel looked as they where happy that I was leaving, don’t know why, could be my skin color.
Julia got me looking in Lonely Planet as she mentioned that there was a library in Tamegroute which is famous, of cause I had to have a look, it then turned out that it was closed as the caretaker died the previous night. Oh, well next year.
Turned north, and after some uneventful hours on the road arrived at Bikers Home.
Many good things can be said about Bikers Home; hospitality is great, the food is great, and the beds are a bless…. and with some luck one might meet some people who have interesting things to say.
Wow, stunning… Peter (Bikers Home) already warned me that the corners might be “interesting†due to sand and stones, turned out that a rain the previous week had removed some parts of the road.
Went the whole way up, before turning back, back 2 hours late… (shame on me), but I had a great day.
A Dutch couple in a converted Steun truck (4×4… big!) had arrived, nice people.
Day 11, 6/4-2010, 4074km
Hanging around doing nothing the whole day nice…
3 British KTM riders showed up, funny people. Went out for dinner.
Day 12, 7/4-2010, 4527km
Ouarzazate -> Artist Motel/Camping (N32°34.325 W6°00.595)
Early start to meet up with some people from last year… Nice to see them again. News flash they want to make to Mekness in one day. Got to the pass, still in one piece.
One have to know that there is a solid white line more or less the whole way over the Atlas and overtaking isn’t always easy, as I discovered coming around a blind left, where an idiot was in the middle of overtaking a bus, only luck saved me from lots of pain, but he still brushed my pannier. One fell (by breaking, no harm done there). Everything stopped, and suddenly he just took off, before I got a picture of the number plate, blast!!!
We stopped for lunch some where past Marakesh, then off again. Now I’m on vacation, and can take it easy (which I prefer), so after a while I went back to driving the speed I feel comfortable with, then stopped for gas, and send a text saying “sorry…., see you laterâ€.
Yet again Tim came to the rescue, found a Motel/Camping (camping was closed), where they didn’t speak English, French only – well gestures also work… and I got a bed for the night.
Day 13, 8/4-2010, 4977km
Artist Motel/Camping -> Chefchaouen
Turned out to be a long day. Got away later than expected, the drive to Mekness was interesting.
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Stopped for 10 minutes to take a couple of photos which is what I can call my tourist time there. Took some time to get back on the road, and further ahead the Rif Mountains where looming. It’s not one of my most favorite places, and I really would like to be able to find another easy way to the north without having to pass them.
Turned left instead of right to get to N13 (you’re on N13, but have to use N4 to continue on N13…), not the most “interesting†place, found a place for fuel, turn around and found the right way.
Got to Chefchaouen, and a hotel, was too polite to say no thank you, and that got me a cheap hotel, €15 for the night, but not really that nice… as I forgot the name I cannot really recommend it to anyone, which I wouldn’t do anyway. Except that the people where nice, had to explain the “bell-boy†that I could carry my helmet myself!
Went to the medina, where I ran into 3 UK students who where on a charity run, ended up talking to them the whole evening over a drink and some food (olives are always nice… <smile>).
Getting out of the media turned out to be a bit of a challenge, no matter what I did I ended up at the wrong exit, had to back track my route 4 or 5 times before I found the right exit… pew, that was the longest hour in a very long time. Had to explain to a few “nice†people that no I was not interested in hashish.
Told the people at the hotel about my non-ability to find my way out of the media, they where laughing out loud – understandable.
Have to go back and get some photos of the media, the blueish colors are amazing.
Day 14, 9/4-2010, 5187km
Chefchaouen -> Jerez (Spain)
Got up early, while packing my bike someone asked me in Danish how I was.. looking around I didn’t see any pale-skinned people, and thought that I must have been dreaming… turned out that the owner of the Hotel had stayed in Denmark for sometime years back and spoke a very good Danish… funny…
Got to the border (Ceuta) papers sorted, ferry ticket, then the 2 hour wait for the ferry….
Then Spain, back in Europe, I had decided to take the western route north, and as it was still “early†I decided to heard north and find the first Ibis I would run into.
Day 15, 10/4-2010, 6255km
Jerez – Biarritz (France)
I really have a strong dislike against driving in Spain, I really don’t know, but when one look at the roads, and know that I / you paid for them, and they where paid 4 times, and at the same one have to pay to drive on them. On top of that people (the locals) drive like idiots (worse than the Dutch)….
Made it across the Pyrenees and into France (yes!!!), got a bed at the first Etap Hotel, which is one step up from Formula1 (one bathroom), but that is the best there is to say.
According to my GPS it’s only 1.195km home.
Day 16, 11/4-2010, 7472.9km
Biarritz – Rotterdam
Long day, cold day, not enjoyable at all… only thing which was missing to make it even worse was rain, which didn’t start until the last 1 hour, luckily only misty rain. Paris was amazingly fast compare to other times, maybe I should go via Paris next time I go south… Home at last, shower, cup of tea, bed…..
So, it was some kind of decided that I had to go and see my godson, and his mom and dad at some point, and as I anyway haven’t been to Scotland (that is outside Edinburgh) why not take the bike and spend some time in the highlands.
There was a few places I wanted to see;
- Applecross, which is mostly due to Monty Halls’ Great Escape, and the famous road going across the mountain
- John O’Groats, which is mainly due to Ewan & Charley
- The west coast, as it’s supposed to be stunning.
After the silly question; “where to go” on ukgser.com, and getting a few hints, reading a couple of ride reports, and playing around with Roadtrip to plan a route, which would take me to the places I wanted to see I booked the tunnel. Right there is always something which goes wrong, and I had to postpone my depature a few days, and ended up taking the ferry from IJmuiden (Amsterdam) to Newcastle.
Day 1 (Sep ’8) -- 87km
Rotterdam -- IJmuiden (Port)
Nothing special except for the normal unpleasantness of driving on the highways in Holland.
Day 2 (Sep 9) -- 699km (incl. ferry)
Newcastle -- Edinburgh
Right, so this thing about riding on the left side… what is that about, oooohhhh shit it real… well hey I can do this, roundabout what the f… I hope I figure out how to do this or I’ll be dead shortly.
Finally found a main road of off to north it went, still with a bit of wobbling, but I got as far as the Scottish border.
And finally to Edinburgh. Someone forgot to tell me that parking in that City is kind of a mess, but got the beast put a side, and hey we are here, and no scratches!….
Day 3,4 (Sep 10,11) -- 0km
Edinburgh
Just hanging around, walking, pub’s and photos
Day 5 (Sep 12) -- 226km (from noon)
Edinburgh -- Fort William
I did pass through Stirling, and yes I did think about the castle, but could not really be bothered to stop, maybe next time. Otherwise not a bad day, except that getting used to this ‘left side thing’ seams to be more difficult than I expected.
Day 6 (Sep 13) -- 347km
Fort William -- Applecross (via Skye)
Up not too early, and off the the ferry to Skye, got to the ferry and a very nice gentleman asked if I was there for the ferry to Skye, and very politely told me that there might not be enough space…. turned out to be fine
45 minutes later I was on Skye. There have always (in my memory) been a lot of talk about Skye, the black mountains, etc, etc, I am sorry to say that I was a bit disappointed, but it was nice though, like the back mountains.
Off Skye using the bridge, hummm, almost as fun as a slice of bread (yo, me from Denmark, we know how to do big bridges:-)), and it seams that now the fun really started -- welcome to vacation driving.. hummm relaxed not really but fun it was.
Now lots of people have talked about that famous road going to Applecross, and as one have to have as much fun in life as possible why not.
Now there are limits to my likings of silly roads, I have to admit that this was kind of on the edge of being mad, but the view towards Skye was awesome.
I had kind of hoped that it would be possible to get a room at the Inn, but no such luck. Ended up at the camping in one of the hut’s -- which by accident I shared with a personality who snorred like I don’t know what.
The good thing about that was that I ran in to another tosser by the name Gary -- which made the whole thing worth while.
Day 7 (Sep 14) -- 313km
Applecross -- Lower Badcall
Up early after having slept 3 hours, note to one self; next time bring tent!.
Sunset at Applecross can give a nice opportunity for a great photo or two
Now roads are small, winding, and in some cases right on the edge to the sea, and in many cases 200ft up, and no railing to stop one from taking a plunge into the sea, but it’s the “small” rocks which stops one from trying to see if it’s possible.
So driving north from Applecross, I did my best to find every little road possible, and was mostly successful as there isn’t much else.
The view was in many cases quite amazing
Found this really neat small hotel, which for ~£90 servered both dinner and breakfast, the dinner was something which could make me go back -- the best I’ve had for years.
Day 8 (Sep 15) -- 331km
Lower Badcall -- Wick
Off fairly early, which in my world is before 9am.. and that is only while I’m on vacation.
Up north there is lots of nothing, and ruins.
Followed the wee small roads (one of them was B871) a bit south (ran in to Gary again!), and then back up to the road going to John O’Groats, well now I was there why not to got the most northenly point of Scotland which is Dunnet Head (I didn’t know that either -- but there was a sign).
Coming up next John O’Groats, which by the way closes down 5pm in the afternoon….
Still wonder why Ewan & Charley got to the idea of starting Long Way Down from there and no Dunnet Head… guess we’ll never know.
Ended up staying at a not too pleasent (but cheap Hotel in Wick -- £40 incl. dinner and breakfeast)
Day 9 (Sep 16) -- 383km
Wick -- Carrbridge
Lock Ness here we come, well I was in for a disappointment, but why not go explorer the small roads..
One can find some stunning views even down “south”.
Ended up staying in a B&B in Carbridge -- the owner had to point out that they did not have single rooms, and a double would be expensive; £30….
Ended up sitting in the local Pub getting fairly drunk talking to some Irish bus drivers… not a bad way to end a day….
Day 10 (Sep 17) -- 453km
Carrbridge -- Edinburgh
Yet even more small roads around the different distilleries, didn’t stop at one, until I got to Dalwhinnie, and this is where one find out that there is a bad thing to bikes -- not enough room for all the bottles one wants to buy at a distillery. Ended up getting 4 small bottles instead, which is not too bad at all -- more things to try.
Also by accident ran in to another tosser (Tunip), I can’t really say where as I was utterly lost at that point. Funny enough Tunip was one of the people who had something to say about where to go in Scotland when I asked around.
Ended up in Edinburgh, where well, that is a completely different story.
Day 11 (Sep 18) -- 825km
Edinburgh -- Calais
Imagine, getting woken up by a 21 months old baby… not good at all.
Right Calais here we come (or as far as possible), that was the plan.
First off to Lancashire to see some friends, took the small roads down from Edinburgh, got on the motorway, and off I went.
Got kind of delayed in Lancashire, and did not really get away until 7pm, and still had to get my head around thing thing of driving on the left side on motorways -- in England (a bit different from Scotland).
Got to Birmingham where the signs started to give indications of major road work around London (M25 is supposed to be the longest parking in the world), well it was going fine, so I decided to continue….
Got around London, and then suddenly there was Folkestone, where I figured out it’s the exit before the Euro Tunnel where the hotel(s) are.. and the next train was in ~40 minutes, so why not (the time at that point was 1.12am -- UK time)….
And on top of the long, and tedious ride… so I got the check in, I asked to get my departure date changed, they asked for my ticket, handed over my reservation, they asked for the ticket, I told them that they had that, they told me that without an outbound ticket the return ticket is invalid…. ended up getting a new return ticket….. grrrr…..
Finally got on the train, booorrrrriiinnnngggg
Got to Calais, went to the Ibis, asked for a room (local time 3.10am), and did not have any problems sleeping.
Day 12 (Sep 19) -- 311km
Calais -- Rotterdam
Got up around 9am, went to Tescos in the shopping mall to see if I could get some tea -- now way, they only deal in alcohol -- oh well…
Almost an uneventful ride home, except for the shitty Dutch drivers….
There have to be more silly things to do out there, but this might be one of them…
In 16 days from April 9th to April 24th I drove 7.676km just for the sake of doing so.
Day 1 -- 305km (Rotterdam to Calais)
Meeting up with the guys
Day 2 -- 1514km (Calais to Spain, somewhere between San Sebastian and Bilbao)
Rain, rain and even more rain
Day 3 -- 2623km (From hummm, to Algeciras)
I’ve never been this cold before in my life (that is my thinking), and if that Spanish friend whom I “used” to have, would be here I would smack her bottom. It was -0.5c in the mountains, and I was still in moist cloth from yesterday, my gloves are not moist, they are wet!!!
We lost Andy in Madrid… awesome roads (when it’s warm)
Dom came off on A92 at exit 182… I got off the bike, made sure that he was alive (scary), called 112 who put me on hold!!, luckily there was a Spanish truck driver who stopped, and he was kind enough to deal with emergency service (he left when the police came, and I never got his name to thank him). The other bunch came after us and stopped. Funny thing is that Jeremy more than once asked me if I was ok, which I was not -- but was able to write witness report. After more than an hour they finally flew Dom to Malaga.
We continued towards Algeciras, and I was having this discussion with myself regarding riding a bike…. keeping it
Day 4 -- 2654km (Algecira to Fes(Morocco))
We are in Morocco!!, cool, that is Border was interesting, got a photo, which could have landed me in jail (no good). Roads are either crap or grate depending one whom you are -- I would not do this on anything but enduro bikes, but there are people here on HD’s (silly sods).
Just for the record, driving in Fes is not fun!
Day 5 -- 3442km (Fes to Marrakesh)
Intersting, lack of Gas! -- someone decided that they would go on strike, and now there is no gas to be found. Got to Marrakesh, where is a lot easier to drive than in in Fes.
Day 6 -- 3668km (Marrakesh to Quarzazate)
Crossed the Atlas, cool!! in some way like the Alpes, but not really. Still looking for fuel, meet Tim Cullis who was at Bikershome, Peter the owner is also nice (Dutch), would liked to have stayed there.
Found a hotel (maroc -- www.hotellavalleemaroc.com) which was nice and cheap (lack of beer).
Day 7 -- 3894km (Quarzazate to Marrakesh)
Due to lack of fuel we have to turn around -- I was really low, and was not happy about the whole thing, would have preferred to stay a couple of days until fuel would arrive -- but noooo, everyone had to go on. Got gas from Scuba-Sparky, and when we found a gas station which had gas, I only had to fill in 17 liters, I really hate that onboard computer which does not know what it’s talking about.
We are now officially Souk Riders, went through the Souk of Marrakesh (tracklog), don’t think I want to do that again….
A small video which shows that it actually can be done:
Day 8 -- 4546km (Marrakesh to Algeciras)
Motorway, motorway…. someone went right instead of left, and we then took the ferry from Ceuta, back in Europe/Spain, warm water, nice food, tomorrow is farewell day.
Day 9 -- 4688km (Algeciras to Malaga)
Breakup day, followed the cost to Malaga, lots of concrete, so this is the “sun coast” everyone is talking about, well you can have it.
Saw Dom at the hospital, meet his wife (Janet) who is a nice and unhappy about the whole thing.
I don’t like Ibis hotels, and this is one is not any better or any worse than the rest.
Day 10 -- 4724km (Malaga)
Had a low speed off, arrrghhhh…..
Meet some nice people coming back from Morocco, nice evening….
Day 11 -- 4866 (Malaga to Gibraltar)
Hummm, it’s a rock…
Oil is coming out of the shaft…. called BMW they arrange for a pick up, which will deliver it to BMW in Algeciras tomorrow (great… not!)
Hotel stinks (Bristol), nice people, but it’s run down, and someone should paint and clean it.
Day 12 -- 5010km (Algeciras to Malaga)
First estimate 3 -- 5 days, after an hour or two I was told that I could pick it up at 6pm (in Spain that is 6.45pm). It was a seal at the end of the gearbox, happy that it was fixed.
Back in Malaga, at the Ibis…
Day 13 -- 5284 (Malaga to Granada)
Offroad, “should have turned left … ” thing, tough and scary as most of the time I had a drop of a few hundred feet (if not more) less than 2 meter from me, riding on boulders, etc. Belly pan on the bike go a smacking…
Arrived in Granada, 2 nights at ‘Hostal Nuevas Naciones’… pew, they have hot water….
Day 14 -- 0km (Granada)
Playing tourist, saw the Jewish quarter, Alhambra, nice food, etc….
Day 15 -- 6352km (Granada to north of the French/Spanish border)
Long day, first cold, then hot, then even hotter -- the air around Barcelona was killing me, talking about air pollution….
Day 16 -- 7676km (north of the French/Spanish border -- Rotterdam)
Even longer day, passed Millau Viaduct, nice, but too tired to appreciate it. Did lane splitting around Paris, with panniers on -- silly me.
Arrived home, and I can still sit down…..
If you want to see photos of this then here they are
I always talk about this thing I really want to do, which is travel the world, specifically on the back of a bike (that is motorbike). I think that while writing this, most of my family and friends would give a great deal of money for me to actually do it so that I finally would shut up (or that they would be happy to see go away for a few years)
I just by accident stumped over a blog by a guy not too far from my hometown in Denmark, who actually have done what I would like to do…..
This guy Paul Randa Jensen, is from 1944 and circumvented the globe, and still is talking about doing Oz….. man how I would like to do that….
I don’t know if you have had the great enjoyment of traveling with planes lately?
Well first, if you don’t know; our people elected representatives in Brussels did come up with what they call a ‘great’ idea, which means that we (that is us who normally do use planes on a regular basis to go away for one or two nights) are no longer allowed to do as we normally do (or at least I do). That is I normally fill up my toiletbag with what I need, and dump it in my selected pice of luggage (which either is a trollybag or a backpack), go to the nice lady in the airport, get a boarding pass and enjoy my days away…
Not any more, no we cannot take anything with us which contain more than 100ml of fluid, and all off the tubes, etc. have to fit in to a plastic bag which is 1000ml in size – great… Not!
I’ve been thinking about going to Brussels airport (that is the one our elected representatives use every week) to see if they actually have to do the same, but then again, they all have an apartment (or something more fancy) where they can keep these thing, and therefor do not need to carry it with them.
Now, the week before last I had to goto Zyrich (that is in Switzerland), and I was in a hurry, so I had to get some stuff in the tax free so that I could get a shower the next day, that was fine, at the shop they did put it in a sealed bag, which made it possible for me to carry it with me on the plane….. That is next day flying back it was confiscated, as it was more than 100ml (taxfree shops will have an exelent time).
Then whole thing comes down to, someone in England got a great idea, which non of us liked too much (as they played around with chemestry), but then our elected representatives in Brussels went over board. I for one do not enjoy flying anymore – I don’t know what is worst; having to show the people around me what I have in my bathroom, or just the idea of stupidity……
Reading this (from spiegel.de/international), I understand that some people have come up with a “great” idea. They want to make away with trafic signs…
Reading this, make we wonder if the people makeing these decisions actually driver car, motorbike, bicycles, or just walk. Most people who move around in the trafic tend to ignore trafic signs in the first place, do they actually think that removing them will help!!
Living in a country where most indicators (you know the flashing things which will tell other people that you intend to leave the road, or change lane) are broken (even on new cars), this will not really help.
But it will probably save them some money on the budges, which will then be spend on mending people in hospitals instead, but that is a diffrent budget.
Also reading that Makkinga (some please in the Dutch province of Western Frisia) have done this, is kind of scarry.. But the worst part is that they will replace the tarmac with cobblestones instead is frightening; that will cause some broken bones for motorbike riders – these thing are slippery when they are wet, and it will cause acidents. But who cares it’s only a motorbike rider… praise to stupidity
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