Nouadhibou. Beach Party
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Nouadhibou beach to Nouakchott beach.
Daily miles 224
Yet another crazy day. Im sure that as the trip goes on, it is getting madder and madder.
This morning when I woke up I opened the zip of my tent and the view I had was straight onto the beach. This is the way to relax. It would not last long. I was expecting a real fun day of driving along the beach to another bay where there would be a party.
The route was through a national park of amazing sand dunes and scenery. I really wanted to drive this but as we approached the turn off I had second thoughts; there was a huge sand storm blowing and between ourselves and hans we didnt have good enough sand ladders for the soft sand in the dunes.
After talking with Steve we decided to take the main road to a fishing village down the coast and then drive on the beach back along the coast to the beach party. It was only a drive of just over 200km, so would be a nice easy day. Or so i thought.
The road book told us that the turn off from the main road to the beach would be suitable for 2 wheel drive cars. It reallt wasn't. Very bumpy with big pot holes and humps of sand where it had blown over the road.
When we reached the fishing village it was chaos. Kids everywhere and all you could hear was, cadeax cadeax, (gift).
There was a stretch of very soft sand between the end of the road and the beach, about 50 metres; I had to keep the speed up and dont stop what ever. This was a little nerve wracking with all the kids around but we made it to the harder strip of sand between the water and main soft beach.
After a few kilometres I could not believe what I was seeing. Up ahead was the peugout 406 of a couple of scottish guys, Andy and Ross. They were stuck deep in sand. What on earth where they thinking. We couldn't just drive by. It was getting late and if we left their car where it was it would have been washed away into the Atlantic.
And this is where my relaxing day all went crazy, again!!
We attached a towing hook to the car but as Andy the driver could not find the correct place to attach it, he just clipped it to the lower part of the cars body work.
We set off as fast as possible along the coastline.
It turned out the two Hungarians we were camping with were doctors and they diagnosed Steve with a colon infection and not food poisoning. They gave him antibiotics which he was extremly grateful for as he was still having to do the 100metre dash over a dune every half hour. As we go to bed there is a very strong sand storm blowing up. My tent blew away lifting the pegs clean out and I have had to weigh the inside down with my bags.
Who knows what it will be like in the morning. Im just glad to get to bed after one hell of a day.
We keep getting ourselves into these situations but cant just drive past people in need of help. It might be us tomorrow!