At 0430, I awake to the sound of crashing waves, then prayers being called. I had to think where I was. Today’s route will take me up 315 miles of scenic coast roads from Imousanne to Mohammedia. Along the way I stopped off to wash the salt and dust from my still broken looking bike. I successfully dodged the donkeys, roaming cattle, oncoming trucks two a breadth, potholes and people trying to sell me hashees whilst travelling at 60 mph. I eventually arrive safely at Camp Said. It was the worst campsite yet. On arrival, I had to peal my helmet microphone away from my wind burnt, blistered lips. That evening I fall asleep in the seaside restaurant, dribbling.