It was starting to get late as I arrived near Iche so I pulled off the road and camped up for the night. It wasn't that easy to find a camping spot, but a small dip hid me from the road enough for a quick overnight sleep.

I was nervously excited the next day as I drove towards iche. I had no idea what to expect, all I knew was it was much smaller than Figuig! The last few km's of the road lead into a narrow gorge and at the end of it the small town of iche was perched along a river.

As I drove into the village two army guys flagged me down to stop and I pulled over into their little car park area. They were very sweet guys, happy to see me, but communication was a problem with my lack of French or Arabic.

It didn't seem any problem that I had just turned up from out of nowhere and quite quickly I had a small crowd of men and boys eager to try and have a chat. One or two spoke a little english which helped...