After a few more days on the long road South we had planned to stay at “Camping la Rue Bedouin” which had been recommended by many overlanders we had met, but with around a hundred kilometres to go it was getting dark.
We stopped to discuss breaking The Rule for the sake of a shower. And decided it was worth it.
It went without incident, and I won’t mention that Laas was concentrating so hard on the road that he missed the sign (Oh, wait…).
There was a four and a half km, poorly defined, off-road track from the road to the campsite and in our excitement we blasted it. With my awful headlight I could only see around two or three metres in front of me, so had to follow Laas’ line and hope his vision was clear and that he was still decisive and sharp after a very long days ride. He was.
The campsite overlooks a huge salt flat with a plateau in the centre, so the next day after sorting some things in the nearby town Laayoune and changing the oil in my bike (to a good, thick car oil I found locally) Laas and I set out blasting over the salt flat with a burning sunset on one side and the vast plateau on the other.
It was beautiful.
As we were about to climb the plateau in the darkness (and Laas' bike fell over in the soft sand) he went to take a pee, which confused me greatly, as we were about to climb something we could pee off.
Pointing this out started an interesting discussion which revealed the differences between us.
"and you didn't actually have to burn your pants the other day."
I had literally never thought of any other course of action...
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