It is Africa…
We departed from Dhakla at 10am. The truck was like a prison
car – with bars in the little windows. Local family in their exotic costumes travelled with us…
Desert, desert…. More then 400 km. The ocean is not visible from the road… No more convoys on this route – the UN keeps
the army and Polisario separated.
Police posts – a lot of them – you are registered many times
on the little pieces of paper or in the school-like notebooks.
Keep your passport ready and smile to the guards.
Heat, take a lot of drinking water…
The border post are in the little rural houses. The custom officer liked my hat but I said I have only one – for me….
One more post of Morocco – the real border. End of paved road: bumps – landmines around – they say.
Mauritanian posts are in the little timber huts…
You will fill here your currency declaration – do not declare the money you want to change on the black market…
Surprise: from the posts the road is new and paved;
we reached Nouadhibou after dusk – it was 11 hours of the
drive from Dakhla… Ufff! Enough for one day…
