The lovely pool at the Sheraton in Marrakech, where we stayed for three days.

The morning view from our hotel room, with the sun rising over the High Atlas mountains.

Friedel and one of the spice sellers in Marrakech. He also decorated her face with Berber tatoos, which made it very easy for all the market salesman to spot the tourist!

The carpet seller we bought our rug from on our first day in Marrakech. In hindsight, we should have waited until we got to Zagora but we do like our rug.

One of the main mosques in Marrakech, lit up at night.

Friedel makes friends with the two Moroccans who cooked us supper in Marrakech's main square -- Jemaa el Fna. Aside from rows and rows of open-air food stalls, there are also snake charmers, musicians and story tellers.

One of the many pottery stalls that sell colourful Safi pottery.

A typical street in Marrakech, with the mountains in the background.

We had tea as well as an amazing evening meal in the restaurant Dar Mimoun, just off Marrakech's main square.

The Menara Gardens in Marrakech.

The ancient kasbah or fort of Ait Benhaddou, near Ouzzarzate, where parts of Gladiator and Lawrence of Arabia were filmed.

A view from the top of one of Ait Benhaddou's mud houses.

Andrew wrapped up in his turban and about to enjoy a great meal in one of the tents at the bivouac or camp -- just before setting out for a trek in the Sahara desert.

This was our camping site on our first night in the desert.

The sand dunes at this site were relatively small.

Evening starts to fall on our campsite.

The vast skies of the desert -- clear blue and not a cloud in sight on any of the days we were there.

Andrew again in his turban on top of one of the bigger dunes we came across.

Our guide Brahim, leading us across the desert.

Brahim again, looking for our lost camels on the horizon. They wandered off in the night from the camp.

On our last day in the desert, we stopped at the kasbah Oulad Driss. This is the main room of its museum and also the oldest house in the village.

The hallway in the oldest house in the kasbah. It has been here for more than three hundred years.

Looking through the pillars, into the room where we had mint tea, or Berber whiskey as it's better known!

A view down one of the many alleys of the kasbah.

The sign in Zagora that reads: "Timbuctou -- 52 days by camel caravan".