Breaking Barriers and Bones: Our Sales Manager's Expedition
Hi my name is Pablo and I work as the Sales Manager at Fuel Motorcycles and this is my tale.
Back in March’24 I had the chance to ride my Yamaha Tenere700 through the toughest terrains of our neighbour country, Morocco. The intention was to test our gear, see what this country had to offer and ride along some friends who share the same passion.
We took the ferry from Barcelona to Tangier. We left the city side the same day to enter into the Moroccan wilderness. This country has got it all, we went from the dense woods of the mid-Atlas to the rocky Atlas mountains until eventually reaching the Merzouga Desert.
The tracks soon turned out to be more technical than initially planned but we were all seeking adventure so it became a great challenge. Teaming up with friends was key to overcoming the most difficult parts, helping each other out when riding in the sand or picking up the bike when someone had fallen.
But the most difficult part was yet to come. After leaving the Merzouga Desert we headed down south to our next destination which was a small and remote “Haimas”, in the desert, where we would spend the night.
It was getting dark and we were only 30 km of sand tracks away from the destination when suddenly I had a big crush. I didn’t know it yet but I had just broken my fibula.
I remember feeling a lot of pain in my leg and all I could think of was to jump back on the bike to try to get out of the middle of the desert because I knew well that no one would come rescue me at that time. We had no phone reception and it was almost dark.
After finishing the 30km with a lot of pain in my leg we made it to camp. It was by far the toughest experience of my life and yet it felt amazing.
Eventually I finished the last days of the trip with the help of some painkillers and went straight to the hospital when I reached Barcelona.
The diagnosis was a broken fibula with displaced bone. Had surgery not long after.
Now, a few months after the trip I think of what a great adventure this was and I’m already planning the next trip.
In the end, the feeling of pushing yourself doing what you love and the experience you get in return is what makes me feel alive.
Back in March’24 I had the chance to ride my Yamaha Tenere700 through the toughest terrains of our neighbour country, Morocco. The intention was to test our gear, see what this country had to offer and ride along some friends who share the same passion.
We took the ferry from Barcelona to Tangier. We left the city side the same day to enter into the Moroccan wilderness. This country has got it all, we went from the dense woods of the mid-Atlas to the rocky Atlas mountains until eventually reaching the Merzouga Desert.
The tracks soon turned out to be more technical than initially planned but we were all seeking adventure so it became a great challenge. Teaming up with friends was key to overcoming the most difficult parts, helping each other out when riding in the sand or picking up the bike when someone had fallen.
But the most difficult part was yet to come. After leaving the Merzouga Desert we headed down south to our next destination which was a small and remote “Haimas”, in the desert, where we would spend the night.
It was getting dark and we were only 30 km of sand tracks away from the destination when suddenly I had a big crush. I didn’t know it yet but I had just broken my fibula.
I remember feeling a lot of pain in my leg and all I could think of was to jump back on the bike to try to get out of the middle of the desert because I knew well that no one would come rescue me at that time. We had no phone reception and it was almost dark.
After finishing the 30km with a lot of pain in my leg we made it to camp. It was by far the toughest experience of my life and yet it felt amazing.
Eventually I finished the last days of the trip with the help of some painkillers and went straight to the hospital when I reached Barcelona.
The diagnosis was a broken fibula with displaced bone. Had surgery not long after.
Now, a few months after the trip I think of what a great adventure this was and I’m already planning the next trip.
In the end, the feeling of pushing yourself doing what you love and the experience you get in return is what makes me feel alive.
