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Published: October 24th 2007
We arrived in Nouadhibou the night of the 14th. A stark contrast to relatively civilized Morocco. This is when Kathie finally exclaimed, "okay, now we're in Africa!"
The town itself is not much to speak of, but it was a place to re-charge after a couple of nights bush camping and stock up on supplies for the 3-day journey across the sand dunes to the capital of Nouakchott.
After a short drive along the road, we left the tarmac and began our trek through the sand. Rather than roads, there are trails left behind by previous vehicles where the tracks haven't been covered by blowing sand. We would not have made it very far if we did not have our guide Ahmed with us. He is from Nouadhibou and is a very famous guide. He knows the desert like the back of his hand. He does most of his talking by pointing in the direction he wants you to go and that's how he comes by his nickname "The Finger".
Again, the photos tell the story. It's almost impossible to try and describe the scenery except to say that this and the next couple of days have been
the highlight of the trip so far! We did get stuck in the sand a few times and quickly learned the ropes of "truck bogging". It's going on the resume! For the most part we only had to use the mats for a few meters before the truck was on solid ground again. Bush camping in the desert was a real treat as the stars streched as far as the eye could see in the absence of any ambient light. We just relaxed on top of a nearby dune and pondered the world.
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