Run from the police!

Another day another near disaster! James made another faux pas accidently blasting through a police checkpoint, not his fault the policeman was checking another teams papers and was only spotted in the rear view mirror, stamping and waving like a lunatic as he choked in our dust, only one thing for it; foot down qnd pray he didnt radio ahead!

Luckily he didnt, at the next checkpoint everyone was smiling; especially us! Now we are in the western Sahara proper there are military and police checkpoints everywhere, on the plus side its 26 degrees and were getting a tan!

Finding a convenient garage we decided to get a couple of punctures fixed, all for a bargain price of 40 Dihram; about £2.50, the mechanic slyly asked if we had any whisky for the customery bribe, instead James gave him a rather ripe Stilton that has sat in the sun for too long! after some suspicious sniffing he was assurd by phrases such as cest tres bon; et un specialitie anglais! As we drove off we saw him and a friend sniffing the jar trying to work out what it was, I think it can safely be said that we managed to berber a berber! I just hope we dont read about dysentry sweeping the Sahara as a result!

To reasure out sponsers the Jeep is runing bautifully, its a pity it has a limiter at 180km/hour, not that we would drive that fast.