Day 38, 3802km, Guilmin, Morocco.

There are only two things that can make your urine as intensely coloured as mine was today, serious dehydration and Berocca, oh and maybe organic beetroot. Seeing as neither of the latter were on the breakfast menu I think the sun really took its toll. Having underestimated the anti-atlas again I ran out of water at one point and was just contemplating the warm carton of UHT in my bag when some village folk came to the rescue. I'm now sleeping out under the most amazing stars having found refuge behind a Berber ruin and enjoyed a packet noodle dinner just like the student days!