Day 8 - pickles

1. Uhm. Slight Moroccan wine head. Time for a last breakfast and a last stroll round the shops before flagging a barrow to take us to the bus station.

2. Bus stations are the same the world over, although sunshine certainly helps.

3. We take every opportunity to turn our faces to the sun.

4. A cab haggled for, we're on the road to the airport. A clear view of the mountains and our first camel sighting. An hour more to kill than we really need, we sit outside, soak up the sun and take in the last of the sights and sounds.

5. A flight home and by midnight we are in Manchester.