I was looking at some old slides the other day, because I need some time for my body to heal and shouldn´t be doing any hard work. Had a slipped disc that got operated last week and the doctor told me to stay away from bikes for the next 6 weeks – go figure – he doesn´t know me, but I will take it easy in the beginning. Got this in my body now and the good thing is – all the pain is gone that I have been having for the last months. Bear im mind: this was in the late 80s early 90s. At a time with no internet, long before GPS-recievers were small and affordable, with very little available information, but with the fearlessness of the youth. I started motorcycling on a XL 250 when I was still going to school. Not because I wanted to ride an offroad capable bike, but because a 250 dual sport looked more like a «real» bike than a street bike (so I thought). Then I met a friend of a friend that was doing trial with his friends and he said that they had the permission to train in a huge gravel pit on the weekends and that I should join them and try my bike offroad if I liked. I remember joining them and thinking this is kind of cool. I was there every weekend that whole summer long and really got the hang of it. Then the friend moved to Berlin and all fell apart. After owning a XL 500, with which I had some problems and sold after one year, I bought a R 80 G/S, that was supposed to be a very reliable bike I had heard. I had no real intention to take that bike off the tarmac, but did do an occacional dirt road. A friend of mine would buy 2 monthly bike magazines and after finishing them would hand them over to me. I was still studying and had no money for such things. In one of the issues there was an article of two guys that took their dual sport bikes to Algeria. The fotos in the magazin were amazing, out of this world, and nothing close to anything I had ever seen before. Somehow this article stayed in the back of mine and popped up every now and then. I remember I tried to find information about a travel to africa. There was not much to be found at that time, and the information was often lets say – questionable. One guy recomended to use a wide, rundown road tyre for sand. A knobblie would just dig you in very fast. (Glad that info sounded strange to me and I never tried it out.) Another book suggested to take a large amount of milk powder with you as proteins were scarce. Only followed that advice once.