TUESDAY 17TH SEPTEMBER
We are about to leave Dakhla – into Mauritania. We are waiting for an army convoy (apparently it’s a load of rubbish but to keep things official it has to be done). There are two Land Rovers with 4 Aussie guys from Bendigo. I haven’t had a good chat with them yet – but I did try and find out who won the AFL Grand Final.
Just to backtrack to how we got to Dakhla…….
After Layounne we continued south. We spent one night camped near the edge of the cliffs. We stopped for a coffee along the way at a bizarre little town called Tan-Tan. The Tan-Tan Club wis a country-club type place in the Arab style. It as decorated in 70’s décor and there was night club music playing really loud. The TV was also on and we all plopped in front of the TV, staring like zombies and watching a very bad Arab soap opera.
The next night we camped in a quarry and it was very windy. While we were stopped for lunch along the way, we were surprised to see a little mini van coming along the road. Then suddenly it blew over and flipped onto it’s side. A few of the guys ran over to assist and right it, and luckily nobody was hurt. Must be a common occurrence as none of the locals were worried. They just heave-ho’d and righted the van, then drove off.
We ended up spending 2 nights in Dakhla. It is the last main town before Mauritania – a real outpost; all dry and dusty. The people here are really friendly. A few of us set off to find the hammam one morning and found ourselves hopelessly lost. We asked a guy for directions and luckily he turned out to be a student, studying English. He directed us to the hammam and ended up escorting us there. We saw him the next day in the street, and stopped to say hi. It’s nice to be in a place long enough to meet someone you know. We had to get rid of our Moroccan currency so we went on a spree and bought a coffee, and I also bought 50 boiled sweets for 10Dihram.