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We were pre-warned before we approached the border to Mauritania that the crossing could take us some time even though we had already sorted our visas. Last years group took a record 7 hours to get through.
We filled up with a hot dog breakfast before heading to the border arriving at 10am. Ishi flirted with some border guards and was told that we could take the truck to the front of the lorry queue but when he called his ...
It was another quiet night and we
continue onward to Mauritania. We passed the Tropic of Cancer today,
it had the usual monument, although this time just a truck tyre with
the words written on. We have made good time and have arrived at the
border at 3.15. Have to queue to go through a vehicle x ray scanner,
we were through and cleared by 5.20, but Michael had then to go to
passport and customs control and he seems to have disappeared. At
The young man from Guinea-Conakry (this is how the people of the region refer to the country of Guinea whose capital city is Conakry, in order to distinguish it from its neighbour, Guinea-Bissau, whose capital is Bissau) who took us on his taxi to Gare Voyegeurs (Nouadhibou Railway Station) had ambitions of Europe. He had made good progress having moved his way north to his current taxi duty in Nouadhibou. Many people like him used the nearby Canary Islands (belonging to Spain) ...
Our first impressions of Nouadhibou were certainly not very positive. As our shared-taxi from Dakhla made its way down the 25-km long Baie du Levrier peninsula and approached the city, it entered what may be referred to as 'greater' Nouadhibou, a series of shanty towns with decrepit houses and sorry looking huts. The outskirts were essentially an extensive wasteland of litter, smashed plastic water bottles and discarded plastic bags fluttering in the wind. The ...
We had arranged to rendezvous with our driver at crack of dawn - these days that means 7:00 a.m. in the morning. Pausing only for some coffee at a neighborhood cafe and grabbing some bread and cheese for the road, we were ready for the 450 km drive from Dakhla to Nouadhibou. The "choffeur" Abderrehman, seemed like an old hand on this route. When he met us the evening before, he wanted to know if we had procured our visas already. Mauritania no ...