mauritania
as we pulled up to the morrocco-mauritania border, a man dressed in winter clothes greeted us and told us to follow him. He said his name was Sekou. naturally, we followed him.
Sekou ended up being our fixer, fending off border guards and other fixers trying to get a piece of us. He ran the 3km stretch of no-man's land minefield between morrocco and mauritania.
after getting through both sides of the border, we said goodbye to Sekou and headed on our way to Nouakchott.
here's my mauritanian visa. how scary is that picture of me. cyrus snuck in a grin.
after driving through the mauritanian desert for 2 hours we ran into a stop-up on the single road between the border and the capital city. due to intense rain (it was the rainy season) the road was flooded. Here, a police-person is telling a driver to drive into the desert until the flood dries up, whereupon they can drive parallel to the road for a while and then get back on the road.
we paused for a moment, a little hesitant to drive into the desert. We spoke to another driver, florian, and decided to team up with them for the adventure
shortly after going off-road, florian fell on his bike. fortunately, just a side mirror was damaged.
looking for a dry spot to pass through
after making it accross the floodlands, we treated ourselves to some canibus (turn sound on)
quickly fell back into old ways (turn sound on for this one too)
we passed through some small towns on the way to Nouakchott
and stopped at some checkpoints
we met the best checkpoint guard when entering Nouakchott. Here we are with our good friend Mukhtar
best hotel in mauritania
it was nice
