Very Annoyed wrote:

And the storm probably did a nice job on your paintwork?

Yes, my car needs a trip to the bodyshop. Not because of the sand blasting, but where the tent that was tied to the towbar wrapped itself around the left rear quarter, and along with the sand in the air has put a lot of deep scratches into the panel under the rear window, and ground the surface of the black wheel arch trim.

I think AndrewS lost a few tattoos

Gareth wrote:

There was a very distant light, which we knew to be the army checkpoint at the edge of the piste, which we had passed through some hours before (Andrew S can tell tbat story )

We wait patiently!!!

  

DSL wrote:

Gareth wrote:

army checkpoint at the edge of the piste, which we had passed through some hours before (Andrew S can tell tbat story )

We wait patiently!!!

This story can only be told in person, as it requires play acting to appreciate the full horror of what happened to me. However I will give you a few pointers.
It involves
A huge Moroccan squaddy wearing a string vest
Said squaddy insisting that he kisses everyone as its custom. Well it is on his check point
A lonely 2km drive to an oasis and back TF (so 4km in total) with said squaddy
Some figs apparently "they are good for MAN" Thrust out body parts as required
The offer to share a nice cool shower from said squaddy
The offer of a nice comfy bed
Add a few back slaps and shoulder squeezing and we are just about there

In all fairness he did say that the wind was going to be strong (thrust thrust as required) that night and we should take shelter, however we decided to push on and politely and refused his offer. That night the sand storm hit us big time. Even though it did it was not a big problem and would certainly choose the roughness of the storm as opposed to the roughness of a huge Moroccan squaddy any night.