Well, who would have thought we’d have a quote from somewhat niche San Francisco punks The Dead Kennedys in here. Wait. Flynn got his walk up into the desert towards the mountains. The route wasn’t very inspiring but the camels were plentiful. From there back towards the coast. We’re about as far south as we’re going…

We’d stayed at Sidi Ifni for a good few days in 2023, while Denby was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder after hitting a tree stump in Tafroute and suffering lengthy repairs in Tiznit, so this time we decided that one night was enough. As we packed up, Rog got talking to a fellow Brit…

Well, obviously the hilight of the day is this: Captain Paul is a friend from the internet we’ve never actually met in person. Above he’s actually sitting in Jones. He ame down from (his camp site) on high to deliver a sacred artefact: We exchanged the cactus sculpture for a cursed Morocco hat a fine beanie which…

We left Tafraout for Tiznit on a cold and threatening-rain-but-not-actually-rainy morning. Last time we attempted this drive Denby had a red engine light on and we had to cross the 1800m pass in limp mode at 30mph. Luckily we were accompanied by a mechanic from Tiznit incase of actual breakdown. This time the speeds weren’t…

The day started, fashionably late as ever, with a shortish dog walk over to the back of the valley and up the hill.The Berber camp is still there! It was relatively cloudy this morning, so we took the opportunity of leaving Flynn in the well-ventilated van, and walking up into town. First up, breakfast (and,…

The lonely planet rather floridly describes the Ameln Valley as having “26 villages strung out like pearls along a straightish river bed, beneath a curtain of granite to the north”. We were up to see a few of them. Our planning app said 8km but we were aware that our last walk up the mountain…