Sidi Ifni

We arrive at Sidi Ifni after taking a scenic coastal route and go about finding a campsite. During the day we stop to buy vegetables and see places hiring surf boards and quad bikes, the place is a bit like Bude and 10 km down the road we go through the local equivalent of Newquay. The sat nags sarcastic comments came in useful again, thanks Andre and Tim. We end up on the beach in a walled compound with a load of camper vans. Apparently the King doesn't allow you to camp anywhere any more as the place was looking a mess. If you do the army wake you in the middle of the night by hitting you with batons according to one of the people in the camper vans. It turns out they are in a rush back to the UK and need to be back by March. We give them our snow chains as we have no further need for them. We did carry them through Andorra and the Atlas mountains though! The camp is set up and WWD get their hammocks up and they look a lot more level than ours, we do however try each others out and debate how long we are going to be able to stay in them asleep. BB start putting up the mother of all tents. It is large enough to park the front end of their polo in and still have sleeping space in the 2 side compartments.

The campsite is well designed and they electricity points so we don't even need to get the generator up and running and its powerful enough to run two ark lights the projector and laptop as well as charge the walkie talkies. After dinner and Brian breaking his folding chair we settle down to watch Jack Ass 2.5 followed by Death race. We have the smuggest grin possible what a way to travel. Chris gives Gran another call to say we are ok and alive.

Hammock sleeping is interesting and Colin's hammock hadn't been stretched through use so he ends up basically laying on the emergency camp beds. The emergency camp beds are as rickety as they looked in the photos taken before we went and during the movies one of them collapses way it goes. As the evening wears on the other irish team arrive and they have managed to get an apartment just above where we are staying as long as they say they are friends of the owner to anyone who asks. They are in fine spirits as are the Norwegian teams that camp next to us. We end up watching Fawlty Towers as Simon cant remember the one with "don't mention the war". We retire and sleep well under the watchful eye of the security guard, who inherits the knackered folding seat in the morning.