We knew we'd be better off on a charter flight. But, you only live once. The Morris Minor gave us an opportunity to do it in style.
We spat on passing Citroens, laughed in the radiator grill of Pergeot and gave our finest snarl to any land cruiser that dared cross our path.

Tafroute, home to the painted boulders.

We waxed our moustaches, turned the key and went for it.


We were constantly delighted by the car's practicality and we put on a nifty display of parallel parking to the boys in the souk. There was plenty of room for the supplies, so off we went to the painted boulders where we planned to camp.

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