“The weirdest bit was climbing into a vat of pigeon s**t” Your new book, My 1,001 Nights, begins with you starting over in Morocco. How did that happen?
I went from being a CEO, running a UK quango, to cycling Africa on the Tour d’Afrique – 12,000km across four months. I left the rat race for a bike race. Then, when I signed up for a new adventure, running the Marathon des Sables [a 251km desert race], I moved to Marrakech to train. I thought I’d be here five months; it’s now five years.
What was it that made you stay?
Morocco is only 14km from Europe across the Strait of Gibraltar, but it’s a world away. One minute you’re in the Sahara climbing the dunes, the next you’re in…
