Only the tumbleweed is missing.

As one enters or departs a Moroccan province, you pass through a set of gates which appear to be in the middle of nowhere. The middle of nowhere just about sums up our day. The temperature was high, the land was flat and the road very straight, so incredibly monotonous after all our previous exciting experiences.

Every now and again the steering wheel was turned slightly to avoid a rocky mound or suicidal goat, but the endless plain continued.

There are always people walking by the roadside, carrying animal feed ,going to the mosque or greeting friends. There is virtually no mechanisation. Donkey or man power.

 The map shows the Valley of the Kasbahs and we thought it sounded quite romantic.However when we got to it, there was a line of mainly modern properties interspersed with ruins!

The Royal Golf Club of Ouazazate is found along the shores of Lake Mansour Eddahbi but further down the road are migrant Berbers living in squalor.

Finally the film capital of Morocco. It was here in Ouazazate that Russell Crowe made "Gladiator"

Before we left the city to find our stop for the night, we had a minor encounter with this chap at the traffic lights. He was struggling to carry all the planks and one almost shot through the windscreen

He was most apologetic and we left him to battle on.