Dakhla - Nouadhibou
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Dakhla to Nouadhibou
When steve woke up today he was really ill. A very bad stomach and extremely tired. This was not good as the toilet facilities are quite horrendous at times and poor Steve was having to visit them far too often.
Before setting off we drove into Dakhla centre to fix the rear windscreen.
I paid the mechanic with a small bottle of whisky, some clothes and local cash. Why cant we do this in our local shops at home.
Now we left for Western sahara to cross no mans land into
Now the fun really begins. We set a convoy of 5 cars with me at the back. No mans land is about 5km wide. I was told that the track we take was well marked, but I didn’t see that. We had 2 regular cars with us and there was no way they could drive through the sand on the trail we were going to take. We had to stop the convoy and a few of the guys started to look for another path to take. I wasn’t happy with them walking about in the dark with only torches. In the end an alternate track was found. Four of the guys stood at the edge of the track on shone their torches at the road where we should drive.
Now the fun with the border guards began. The first checkpoint was army. They are the most corrupt. We had expected this and all put 10 euros into a fund and gave it to the guards. This is the difference between 10 minutes at the checkpoint or several hours. This is just the way it is. Best to just get used to it.
Then passport control. These are police. We got away with giving a few pens. Not so bad. They started out wanting our t shirts, glasses, watches and anything else they could see we had. These are not offices that you expect. They are just wooden shacks in the middle of nowhere.
Next to clear customs. This is the one you don’t mind bribing. We had beer and liquor on board and as this is a Muslim country, not really allowed. Again just pay the money and move on. Life is easy then.
After this interesting experience we had a drive of about 120km to the beach at Nouadhibou. Although it was late, Big Norwegian Hans cooked a meal and we sat eating and drinking until about 2am. What a day!!