Four of us were planning to ride to Senegal in January and after a pre-trip planning meeting where we tried to cover some of the points raised above, the consensus was that we would travel at the speed of the slowest rider.
After disembarking at Bilbao, one of the group was being cautious on bends so I kept at his speed. Not so the other two, who disappeared into the distance and despite text messages we didn't see them again until we reached the Middle Atlas Mountains, 900 miles and two days later! And then no apology.
After some more mishaps I decided that the disadvantages of travelling with this particular group outweighed the advantages; in fact I was hard pressed to recognise any advantages. So I was not too unhappy when they decided not to include me in their onward plans. I didn't hear any more from them during the trip.
Fortunately I have lots of experience of Morocco and am quite happy travelling solo. But as ukKev points out, the complete group ended up splitting, and two of them hadn't been to Africa before.
Unlike ukKev, I don't think of them all as friends
Tim
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