I'm now in Dahkla, in the Western Sahara. The journey took 22 hours. It might have been quicker if we hadn't been stopped at police check points and asked the same damn fool questions so many times. Governments always put up so many checkpoints when their authority in the area is in question. The other dead give away about the contested nature of this region was all the big White 4 wheel drive cars with the letters UN on the side! The questions that annoy me, include being asked my profession. If I told the truth, NONE! Place of permanent residence, [View Full Entry]

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I seem to be missing a lot of stuff out, about the camping, the trucks, our new friends... We have camped on rocky football pitches, sandy hollows, in wind, rain and beautiful starlight, on a range of 'proper' campgrounds, and have slept in the truck (cook group privilege). We are part of a cook group of three - teamed up with a neat girl from Holland called Lous. When our turn comes round, we have to shop for and prepare lunch, dinner and breakfast. We have had to dig the truck out a couple of times already, once from mud and [View Full Entry]

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