in dakhla

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Elllo Ello, what do we have 'ere then...
just got into dahkla, emily, stef, and good old andrew.
got our visas in rabat, took a 30 hour bus south.
and now were arranging for a car.
hmm big excitement. im #$#@ing siked.
went for a motor bike around marakesh

and well... by car i mean van.. 800 euros.
crazy how ppl will just approach you on the street. judge character intelligently, check their refrences.
and you can get into some fairly comfterable situations.
Dakhla is a boarder town between mauritania and morocco. where everyone stopes on there way south into africa.
as well as where ppl have done the african tour heading north. ideas and lessons are passed from one to another over a hot cup of tea
in the busy downtown streets. smoke fills the air with smells beyond discription, clothes and styles of all types.
jeeps blowing up dust as they drive by. palm trees blowing in the breeze and the ocean crashing on the rocks near by.
seems like something out of a movie.
anythings possible here.
James OUT!

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