Day 40 - 4109 km Tarfaya. Sand dunes, camels and police check points were all in abundance today as I made good progress into the disputed Western Sahara. At times this morning I was flying due to a combination of the infamous sahara winds shoving me in the back and more significantly my new areo-dynamic hair cut. By afternoon though the tables had turned as I changed direction and the wind intensified, lashing my face and freshly exposed nape with stinging sand and reducing my speed to a less than a reluctant camels pace. Still I escaped the desert, hit the coast again and made for Tarfaya by dark utterly exhausted. With limited supplies left and no camping facilities I've played it safe and got myself a delightful hotel for £2.50 complete with a sizable dead fish on the toilet floor!?