The 15th of January came around and I drove to the address in Tinghir (a town about  90 minutes away), the main town of the province, checked in, and was told to wait in a waiting room. I waited for less than ten minutes.

I was led to a small room which had a computer, a keyboard, a mouse and headphones. I sat down, put on the headphones and obeyed the message on the screen by pressing a key to begin.

The quicker you answer, the less time the exam takes; I was outside the building 20 minutes later, with a stamped paper affirming that I had passed the theory exam. I would have to pass the practical exam within a certain period. I didn't care: I was ready.

I asked if I could take the exam the next day, but they gave a long explanation with very many Inch'Allahs, and that it would be on the 21st, in 6 days time. I asked them how many question I had got wrong, and they showed me a note on a paper 45/46 correct.

I spent the week riding the Docker, and wishing the 21st would hurry up and come.

Came the great day and I drove to Tinghir (NO! It's pronounced Tinerir!) and on my way, called the monitor: no answer. I didn't know where the exam was to be. I arrived at the town and the usual police check on the outskirts, they explained to me to turn left and it was behind some buildings there. I turned left, looked everywhere and found nothing. I drove around the town, more and more stressed. The monitor wasn't replying. I finally turned right instead of left, and behind a row of apartments, there were several cars, lorries and busses carefully manoeuvering into and out of parking spots. I found my driving school people and the KTM bike, with 10 minutes to spare. The monitor explained to me carefully, exactly what I would be told to do.

I was lucky enough not to be the first one to do the exam course. I watched the other rider do the examiner's bidding. It was completely unlike what my instructor has just told me.

When it was my turn, I did the slalom (it seemed suspiciously easy - afterwards, I found out the cones were spaced at 5m, not 2m), did the figure-of-eights, rode up the road, turned and came back, all the while showing my respect for the highway code and the other road users.

I parked the bike, got off and took off my helmet. The examiner informed me that I'd passed the test and to take this paper into town to get it stamped at the office where I took the highway code test. When I decided to learn to ride and get my motorbike licence, I found out that I could legally have a Moroccan motorbike licence, because I have a business resident's card. I also found out that by having the card, I should turn in my Swiss (car) licence and take a Moroccan car licence test. Bugger that!

The examiner peered at me: Do you have a car licence? I assured him that I didn't (If I had, I would have had to take a car driving test too). He shook my hand, I looked at my car, parked only 10 metres away, and set off on foot towards the town centre about 2km away. I walked all the way around the block, came back to my car bent double like a commando in a film, got in and drove off without being noticed.

I was a biker!