When spending some time travelling the highways of Morocco, you see an eclectic variety of activity. You see tractors, old and new, with just a roll-over bar and a fibreglass top to shade you from the sun.

You see Mercedes cars from the 1980s with taxi signs on the roof, beggars walking through rush-hour traffic and goats grazing scrub on the outskirts of towns. From the sky, you see vast tracts of land with nothing but a few trees scattered here and there and random fields of vegetables covered in netting.