I clearly recall telling people that we would simply erect our tents and bunker down should we get caught in a sandstorm. Now, faced with the power of this wind and the volume of sand that it can move, we realise just how improbable this is. There would be absolutely no way that a tent could be erected in this environment, the wind is just too ferocious.
We went off route and navigated to the coast in order to refuel at a small town called Terfaya. We can find absolutely no reason for this settlement's existence. There is no discernible industry, just a handful of people, and it is hundreds of miles from anything. What sort of a person chooses to live in a place this desolate and isolated?
A woman that we spoke with recommended that we hug the coast as we make our way south to see some interesting sights. Taking her advice, we set off back with the sand dancing and making ethereal pictures in the road surface.
Rounding an exposed headland, we were astonished to come across a shipwreck. It had obviously been sitting there for some time and was fast becoming a rusted hulk.
After this fun diversion though, it was back inland and a course chartered for El Alouin some 200km of hard riding in a southerly direction.
