Leaving Morocco is hard enough on its own - and then a small series of mishaps begins, peaking on the ramp up to the ferry of all places…

One more run across the country

After 17 days together the group goes separate ways. We head for the coast, have the sea almost to ourselves, finally record the room tour - and eventually find a way into the medina of Marrakesh after all…

The sea almost to ourselves

We leave the wild country south of the Atlas, stand at the pass in cold wind for the first time in days - and in Marrakesh get moved on by the police almost the moment we have parked…

Climbing over the High Atlas

At the famous dunes of Erg Chegaga we get ourselves stuck on purpose in order to learn recovery. After that comes the last training point - and finally a mud-brick town you may recognise from a few films…

The dunes of Erg Chegaga

We set off to refill our water and within a few kilometres find ourselves doing a spontaneous repair in the middle of nowhere. After that it is up over the crater rim and down inside - and in the evening everyone pushes their tables together…

Over the crater rim and down inside

We calmly practise what we had already learned involuntarily, wake up among dunes looking at a mountain shaped like a tajine - and at night I finally get the Milky Way onto a photo the way it actually looks…

The day of sand

We turn onto the first track and pick up a flat within metres, stock up at the bazaar in Erfoud because after that there is nothing for days - and practise driving to within five centimetres…

From here on it is tracks only

We hike through canyons where half of film history was shot, meet eight more trucks in the port of Almería - and the next morning we stand on Moroccan soil for the first time…

The Tabernas desert