“W hat could possibly go wrong?” says Den as he pulls our 1-litre hire car into the traffic.
“Remember, in this country, they drive on the wrong side of the road,” I remind him.
“Don't worry, I was born to do this.”
We're on a road trip in Morocco, starting in the door to the desert: Ouarzazate. The plan is to venture into the Sahara via a trip down memory lane in Todra Gorge. I first met Den 30 years ago on an overland truck trip from the UK to Zimbabwe, and we both still have vivid memories of the gorge, talking often of returning. But first, we have an appointment with the hairpin bends of Les Gorges du Dadès.
We pass through rock-strewn terrain, interspersed with green patches in the form of olive orchards. Hazy mountains line the horizon. Turning off the main drag, heeding the
