The trip began with chaos… At Gatwick Airport my dad, Andrew, realized his passport was still in his van, which had been parked with the valet service. Chasing the van down, making some frantic calls and a few small payments, we were finally checked in. Delays, missed connections, and a night in a Casablanca hotel were followed by a frazzled arrival in Dakhla late at night the next day. “Aware that I was an old git on a young person’s adventure, I was keen not to let the side down,” my father wrote. “Navigating to the wrong airport, losing my passport, and no sleep in an airport hotel was not a good start…”
As we reached Dakhla Spirit hotel, it was clear my Dad was far from his comfort zone.…
