A six day camel trek through the Dra Valley just south of the Atlas Mountains in Morocco. My mount was called Kylee, we became best friends after he realised that every time I was around I would give him a dried date. I learnt to saddle-up, and hobble him at night, so that he wouldn't wonder off across the desert. Or though the guides didn't speak any English, and of course I don't speak Bedouin, we understood each other fine. They were a great bunch; we found that we all had the same sense of humour. A place that I will never forget.