We awoke to a calm, peaceful desert, a young Bedouin with mule pulling an empty barrel passing by. Proof of yesterday's storm, however, was evident in the form of sand... everywhere!
There was a proud sense of achievement from yesterday, as we had overcome an unexpected and life-threatening challenge.
Only 500 metres away were the large protective dunes, but in last night's storm they may as well have been in Timbuktu.
It was time for the big photo shoot, a chance to line up the vehicles and their occupants for a chanceofalifetime view.
Eventually Mike's lens became hotter than a Series manifold, it was time to set off on the long off-road section back to civilization. Great fun was had riding all abreast across Lac Iriki, a superb sand sea. A small sign appeared in the middle of nowhere, advertising l'ecole, a school, for nomads!
Retirement sounded better, so on we forged to the stoney, barren stretch of desert leading to tarmac, which tested the leaves to the limit. Our cooker attempted a high dive of 2.8 difficulty, and our guide Yahya counted his teeth. We had made it to Foum Zguid, a lovely, peaceful non-pestering frontier town and lunch.
A tight route between the Anti and High Atlas saw us dropping down to Taliouine. No saffron, just a decent meal and a well-deserved sleep.
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