Day 42, 4484km,  Between Boujdour and Echtoucan, Western Sahara

I've ended up camping with a group of calamari fishermen on the coast who have just treated me to a freshly caught and fried catch followed by tea sweet enough to dissolve your teeth on sight alone. With them not speaking French let alone English, the international language of football has come to the fore, unfortunately this didn't help when positioning my tent which by the smell of it, is adjacent to the toilet bush. Hopefully the wind will take away the smell and be back in my favor tomorrow after a frustratingly slow day with average speeds of 17kph through some desolate surroundings.