In many ways Morocco is a country of extremes. You may end up being extremely impressed, or extremely distressed. Much of it will depend on you.

Mint tea is extremely sweet.

Morocco can be extremely hot, and extremely cold. I travelled the desert on a motorbike at 47 degrees Celsius, consuming 10 litres of water without really ever needing to pee, sweating it all out instead. I have also frozen my bollocks off on numerous occasions in the Atlas, where elevations reach 4000m above sea level. They say their country is cold, with a hot sun. They know their country.

Speaking of water, the country is generally extremely arid, and if the Atlas mountains would not concentrate the limited water supplies in the valleys, little life would be possible in most of the country. Overgrazing over time with subsequent soil erosion, and extreme touristic resorts on the coasts consuming vasts amounts of water to keep golf greens lush have further strained ground water levels. Furthermore, the Sahara is migrating north, in itself a risk to southern Morocco, while posing a climatic risk to Europe.

You will see nature in extreme colours, textures, scents, sounds – it will take your breath away.

In the cities the hustling of determined traders may occasionally be extreme, just as the solitude in the mountains can be absolute. Generally the people will not be bothered by you, unless you want to be, both for the good and the bad. The berbers in the mountains are extremely shy, especially of cameras, but once they take you in, you will experience extremely welcoming hospitality as one of their own. They will understand with extremely finely tuned empathy, the respect you show to them and their culture, and they will respond in kind.

Extremely fast are the speed boats that carry 60% of the global dope production from the Rif to the Spanish coast.

I am extremely grateful to have had this opportunity. Join me on this trip.