Jim and I decide to head alone through the Atlas Mountains. Our car is nippy and powerful and, unlike many of the others on show in Morroco at the time, is a worthy match for the mountains ahead.

The roads are tretarous. Cars do not stop and indeed, only when they are about 5 metres from you do they turn away from your lane and back into their own. Scary stuff but exhilarting. The road itself is really only wide enough for one car to pass along comfortably. It does consist of tarmac but its bumpy surface is chipped and swollen. Its sleight width stretches out to cracked edges sloping down to a sharp precipice on my right. On my left the cracked edge of the road borders a steep cliff face ready to pour itself onto the road without a moments notice. We must also take car to avoid the goats and people who cross our path. The landscape is fantastic. The mountains just continue to roll over each other the trees like scales sparkling in the sun as we wind round them from different angles. It is worth the dangers to see all of this.

At some point during the trip through the mountains, I had been contacted by Jessie of Team Sandbox Savants. They were in Agadir having repairs completed on their tent. They had been unfortunate to have it slashed open the night before and many of their items stolen including an iPod and laptop!

I had also been in touch with Tom and Steve in the Blue Nova. We also pass the Irish guys in Agadir. It culminates in us all meeting T2, Black Sheep and a couple of other cars from the Rally about 50kms outside of Agadir. We set up camp and, once again the safety of...[Read More]