8th December We reached the Tropic of Cancer
around noon - identified by GPS, and marked by a cairn and a line of rocks in the desert
. A mile and a half further South we came across a
signpost for the Tropic
. At last it feels like we are in Africa, not Europe.
We filled up with diesel at the last fuel station before the border - much cheaper on this side - and tried to spend the last of our coin dirahms. We bushcamped below a huge
, where we drank the last of our alcohol
- we cannot take it into Mauritania due to strict shiria law.