It is a translation from the original in catalan of our trip to Tunisia during 2015'Easter.
Sorry for the mistakes in translation



Finally I decide to begin the chronicle of our trip to Tunisia for some reason or the other have been delayed. The reason for this new momentum at the time of writing it is none other than the helplessness and anger I feel for new attacks that have happened in Tunisia, particularly in the city of Sousse.

When we went there in late March had 10 days of the attack the Bardo Museum, first we were frightened to hear the news, but then meditate so much and we decided that terrorists can not decide for doing out trip, so we go.

Tunisia is a fantastic country to go on a bike, let no collapse, with no tourists and our income it is doomed to extreme jihadism, this chronicle wants to be a little bit to make them the publicity they need.

The first idea that comes to mind when you go to Tunisia motorcycle is sand dunes, but on this trip we want to do is to visit the country for asphalt roads, suitable for all bikes. They have fantastic roads, nothing to do with Morocco, both national and secondary.

We are five BMW motorcycles: R1200RT (Siso and Paula) R1200GS (Jaume), K75S (Ramon) R1200GSA (Perarnau) and R1200GSA (Panoxa)

Today everyone has a camera phone and, once chosen pictures of 2428 are 6 to choose the chronicle, this is perhaps the biggest factor that prevented me from starting it. What got pictures and remove what? What you see here is my point of view, it certainly is different from others, I will try to be careful with details and anecdotes, especially those that can be used for other travelers who want to go further.

We are there!



The group photo, from left to right, Perarnau-Panotxa-Paula-Ramon-Jaume-Siso



The route is what we did this, the green points are the places where we sleep.



Wikiloc track




28/03/2015
Saturday

The ferry leaves Marseille at 16: 00h.



This photo has a story, here you can see Perarnau and Ramon watching astonishment as the Tunisianstrucks were being loaded butt stuck in the ceiling of the cellar. Entered full speed and suddenly some device was nailed to the roof rack on the roof, the front wheels rose making an easel ... we think that the journey is beginning, because there is less to be in Tunisia.



Once on the boat we eat food we carry (bread, sausages, cheese, fruits and wine). We reviewed the GPS, maps and routes and say goodbye to the day watching the sunset over the Mediterranean.






29/03/2015
Sunday


The boat trip spends 23 hours, we had a rough sea for a few hours, the hallways are empty, everybody is in rooms and we as us if the bikes are on place.
The ship was almost empty, people with the issue of attacks Bardo Museum cancel their passages and we are the only Europeans with another group of Catalan 4X4, about 11 cars and a truck had to be 23 cars!



Finally we reached Tunis, retarding clocks 1 pm, we have to pass the damn border, the last time I was there we took more than two hours.
We left the ship early and start the windows-game.
We spent the first stop where we teach and stamped passport ... all right. Later we stop in another queue, go to the second stop and pay the € 14 tourist tax per person ... all right, then we make another stop on a provisional license for driving the country ... all right.
AWESOME !!! In 30' we are !

The route today is short, follows the coast northward through Carthage and Sidi Bou Said direction Bizerte.



Now we want to roll, leave the port and we begin to acclimate to the way the Tunisian lead.
At Sidi Bou Said, a village where the buildings of Arabic and Andalusian styles are white with blue doors and windows. In that we realize we are in the middle of a market, hell good start.



In a few minutes we smell somebody Is cooking lamb so we stop there.



Continue the path, now with full belly, shortly see thatRamon ride too slow. The K75 is not working fine, as if a cylinder fails the review and see that a pipe plug was loose ... phew, lucky that we found.



We continue towards Bizerte, in a roundabout we find a police checkpoint and ask us where we go, another roundabout and the same. We do not know whether to stop or control to see the bikes do not stop to ask them. In the end we reached Bizerte and a police car brings us back to where we ask, tell Yalta hotel and we said that we accompany. We must say no and say it is a command, Glups! Let's entourage together, I now have the feeling of carrying a target attached to the back the vehicle away and stopping traffic to the hotel.
We question what time will leave the next day to come to listen to others again. Shit !
In the evening we went to dinner and we walk other police escort, I have the feeling of being an easy target.






30/03/2015
Monday


Today we have a path for all day, go northwards, where there was nobody when you visit Tunisia. Address Bizerte Cap, Cap Negro, Tabarka, the ruins of Dougga and finally Le Kef.



As expected so we went down to breakfast in the hotel reception we find the police waiting to escort us.
They ask the route we want to do and do not stop to think that we go north and then in Le Kef, we say it is very dangerous and blah blah blah ... We went in queue!
On leaving Bizerte other police officers say they take care of us.



Here you can see me while I tell the police to map the route you will, Ramon advantage for the first photos to the police.

We continue the route, stopping to refuel and we left the city of Bizerte police escort leave us,
wow !

The landscapes of northern Tunisia are spectacular, it seem’s to be in Scotland, everything is green, the towns with markets in the middle of the road, the temperature was perfect motorcycle without a police escort, we begin to enjoy.



We leave the main road to go to Cap Negro is a small road that have recently asphalted so far reached by car. It is a very small fishing village, to take a geocache and others sleep for while



Returning to the main road dodging cows and we look another 4x4 with soldiers and they will escort some time
We spend kilometers and finally arrive at Tabarka, Ramon with the K75 is the one who has to fill the tank more often. We stopped at the gas station and told us that the light has gone around the village and they cannot serve us. We are just a few kilometers from the border with Algeria.



We follow the path and at Aïn Draham we can refuel and take lunch.



After the lunch we ride for beautiful roads and landscapes.



We follow the route direction Dougga ans the BMW K75 is not working again and must stop for arrange it.



Finally we arrived at Dougga, it was an ancient Roman town.



Once we visited the ruins we go to our final stage, Le Kef. At the entrance of the village and we waited for a patrol car to the police to accompany us to the hotel. The same protocol in Bizerte, asking us what time we go out to dinner and what the morning. Now we know how and we both overwhelmed. Once the bikes parked in the inner courtyard of the hotel, a good shower and a good meal. Tomorrow is another day ... the route passes Kaserine the nest of terrorists in Tunisia. Well, not quite think and drink s are thirsty.

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