Day 26 - 2660km Oulad Berrkho, Morocco.    It feels great to be back on the bike after a week's rest and I'm enjoying the sensory bombardment of Africa - already today I've seen live sheep strapped to a car roof and been hounded by local salesman who put my linguistics to shame, pulling out all manner of languages and accents, I'm still waiting for a Wiltshire accent but the first that does has got himself a buyer.

Having thought I'd have to revise my camping tactics I now unbelievably find myself sipping the most amazing mint tea with three Moroccans who I will be dossing next to on the floor for the night, having just taken a wash in a mosque! I'm a little concerned about the security of my stuff, particularly after catching a kid with his hand in my bag earlier today, so I'm steering clear of the paranoia inducing hashish I keep getting offered!