Howdy folks, buckle up your djellabas, because Mr. and Mrs. Knobby took on Morocco in February 2016, and let me tell you, it was a tagine of chaos, beauty, and the occasional camel stare-down. We traded our snow boots for riding boots and our Honda Africa Twins for a pair of BMW F800GSs, lovingly named "Sahara" and "Souk."

Our adventure began with a flight that felt like it was sponsored by a jet lag convention: Boise to Malaga. We departed at 1:00 pm and landed at 3:50 pm the next day, which is basically the same day, just several time zones later. Malaga was a welcome, if slightly disorienting, introduction to the Mediterranean. The Parador de Malaga Golf was a lovely spot for our welcome meeting and dinner, where we tried to figure out if the local olives were actually olives or just tiny, green rocks.

Then, the riding began! We hopped on Sahara and Souk and headed for Chefchaouen, the "Blue Pearl" of Morocco. The Dar Echchaouen was a charming riad, even if the blue walls made us feel like we were living inside a Smurf village. The ride to Fes was a sensory overload, with winding roads, bustling markets, and the occasional goat herder giving us the side-eye. The Across Hotel and Spa was a welcome oasis of calm in the middle of the medina madness.

Fes to Er Rachidia took us into the Sahara desert, where the Kasbah Maison Sahara lived up to its name. The ride to Merzouga was a surreal experience, with sand dunes stretching as far as the eye could see. The Riad Madu was a desert gem, and we even took a camel trek, where I learned that camels have opinions, and those opinions often involve spitting.

We spent a day exploring the Merzouga area, which mostly involved trying to keep sand out of our riding gear and marveling at the sheer vastness of the desert. Merzouga to Boumaine Dades took us through stunning gorges and valleys, where the Hotel Xaluca Dades was a luxurious desert retreat.

Boumaine Dades to Ait Ben Haddou was like riding through a movie set. The Riad Ksar Ighnda was a traditional kasbah, and the views were breathtaking. Ait Ben Haddou to Taroudant took us through the Anti-Atlas Mountains, where the Hotel Dar Zitoune was a peaceful oasis. We even did a roundtrip ride, which mostly involved me trying not to get lost in the winding mountain roads.

Taroudant to Marrakech was a whirlwind of color and chaos. The Riad Le Perroquet Bleu Suites Resort and Spa was a luxurious escape from the madness of the medina. We spent a day exploring Marrakech, which was like stepping into a real-life Aladdin movie, minus the genie and the flying carpet.

Marrakech to Rabat was a long ride, but the Hotel L'Amphirite Palace Resort and Spa was a seaside paradise. We explored the city, visited the Kasbah, and tried to avoid getting swindled in the markets.

Finally, the return to Malaga! The Parador de Malaga Golf was a familiar sight, and we enjoyed a final night of Spanish cuisine before our early morning flight home. We departed from AGP at 6:45 am, feeling like we'd just lived a thousand and one nights in Morocco.

What did we learn? Morocco is a land of stunning landscapes, vibrant culture, and roads that will test your riding skills (and your patience). The BMW F800GS is a desert warrior, even when facing sandstorms and camel traffic jams. And most importantly, Mr. and Mrs. Knobby are always up for an adventure, even if it involves more tagine than a food blogger's dream. Until next time, folks, keep your helmets on and your sense of humor handy!