Mauritanian drivers drive fast. Camels, donkeys, small desert animals were crossing the road in the dark of the night. The collisions happened very often – there are many died animals on the roadside. Tired, dirty, hungry bwe reached Timbeghda at 3 am. Little amount of water – just to clean your face and hands. Lay on the hard flor of the local mud house.
At 7 am wake up, cup of coffee and local bread
We are driving on – to the border
At the beginning it war the piste /gravel road/ through the desert Then country road full of sand passing dry savanna. the road became smaller and smaller and I understood: we lost our way. Our local driver finally said: he was driving this road the first time; he asked the way – there were few goat herders… Wild people… Not easy to communicte
At 2pm little village appeared on the horizon – the architecture of the houses were different to those in Mauretania.
Driver asked barefoot kids. Yes, we are in Mali!
No plaques, no border post, no information – the next settlement – Nara is still 30 km away!
We reached it at 3.30 pm – in the hotel there were no running water, no light and no bank to change money. Yes, there were mosquitos!
