The next morning, I woke at 0515 in time for a spectacular sunrise emerging rapidly from the sand dunes. After saying our good byes to the cat, we set off on the return camel trek to Masouga in light wind and rain. In the desert? I ask. Reunited with my moto, I hit the road again to Quarzazate via the beautiful Todra Gorge. I again tested my off road skills on a 8km piste connecting Todra and Boumaine du Dades but was unsuccessful. The thought of being alone with no breakdown assistance able to attend the remote pistes, I was hesitant to continue and returned to the pot holed road. It was late and I had broke the fundamental rule not to ride at night. Vehicles continuously flash their headlights towards me, I then realised the extra luggage (his Wifes presents) on the back was tilting the bikes front headlight upwards, dazzling the on coming drivers. I decided to pull over, adjust the headlight and then luckily found a respectable road side hotel. It was the first day I had not reached my planned destination and will not be driving in the dark again. I blame yesterdays guide for my late departure ‘Mohammed’, he liked to sleep a lot and was adamant I visited his cousins carpet shop before I left. Tomorrow, I will make up the lost miles and destined for Marakesh via the Tizi-n-Tichka pass.