He's in his mid 20s and a model of Arabic hospitality, to the extent that, not only did he take us half way to Agadir, he insisted on buying lunch too.
And what grub it was; grilled meat (not sure what kind but it tasted great) straight off the butcher's knife and salad. Simple but very good.
The Thumb's luck held out too. Five minutes before Adil shot off to his farm, another diner - Nouradine - overheard us talking about the trip and offered a lift the rest of the way in his rented Renault Clio.
We hop out at the last Fedex before entering what the Foreign Office calls one of the most dangerous stretches in Africa and post home the tapes of our documentary so far.
Agadir is much less hectic and hassled that Marrakech. There are also buses for the next leg of the journey through the Western Sahara into Mauritania.
People say this route is bandit central with a strong sideline in land mines and kidnappings. We may not have much more than a pot to p*ss in, but we still don't fancy starring in our own ransom videos, so the bus it most definitely is...