We left Marrakech the following morning having said goodbye to our travelling companions. We were now on our own without our team leaders and were looking forward to a more relaxing schedule. We drove south towards Agadir, the road was a peage motorway and it was only a few hours later when we arrived at Le Jardin de la Koudya. The site was a fruit farm which grew produce for British supermarkets, mainly citrus. The farm was owned by an erudite Frenchman and his quiet and clean campsite gave us a chance to relax and take things easy for a day or two. The only problem was the flies, they were the sort that didn’t jump away if you swipe at them, only a direct hit moved them on. They buzzed rudely in your ears and if you tried to ignore them your skin felt it was crawling with the beasts.