77 days in

the desert

I can’t sleep. We got into the desert last night after a long bus ride which wound through the Jebel Sahro mountains, and immediately spotted the first supermarket since Spain... they sold booze.

I bought the cheapest bottle of wine I could find for about four euros, and drank the majority in our hotel room. It was this Moroccan made red that tasted pretty good, considering the label. Did the trick anyway.

This was the first alcohol I’ve had in nearly two weeks and I think the break has made my body slightly intolerant to booze, because I woke up feeling pretty shitty. But it could also be something in the wine: Morocco isn’t known for its prowess in the vineyard.

We wasted today walking around the town of Ouarzazate and ended up hiring a quad bike for an hour, which was alot of fun until Sian followed the guy in front up a steep hill at full speed, got all four wheels off the ground and sent me flying off the back. Grazed my hands and arse on impact.

Tomorrow we’re up at 5.30 to get the bus to a place called Agdz; some one horse town even further into the desert. I’ve heard that there’s an abandoned village nearby though, so we’re gonna check it out. A guy from Magnum covered it in 96, so might be worth the visit. Plus there won’t be any tourists around.

After that we’re heading for the end of the road, a place called M’hamid: 40 kms from the Algerian border and the arse-end of everything.