The southern desert is probably best described as Morocco's deep end. Sandwiched between the Atlas Mountains and the disputed territory of Western Sahara, Morocco's south is a desolate strip of dusty wasteland peppered with sand-swept towns and villages stubbornly weathering the searing hot winds.
At first I was surprised.“No one here would do that sort of thing, right?” I was given a few polite, though disappointed looks. Once again I had made an unreasonable
Once in Algeria, I ended up with an unusual number of guns pointed at my head. I was just relaxing in an airport lounge, chatting to some NGO workers, when some guy from
Once in Western Sahara I met a mother who had been sold out by the United Nations. “No one will give us our freedom- we must take it,” Ms Embarka Elmehdi Said told me.
Once in Morocco, I got into a dung fight with my host sisters. I was staying with a nomad family on the Touflite Plains, near Guelmim. They were poor, but welcoming. The boys