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Published: January 2nd 2010
Mauritania - 16 Days
We crossed no mans land, the several kilometre wide area between the disputed borders between Morocco and Mauritania. It was pretty eirie at the border with so many exploded and abandoned cars and so many people in the middle of fluffing nowhere queing to enter Mauritania.
Nouadhibou didnt have much to see but interestingly there were loads of shipwrecks off the coast that w...
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Eb Roell
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Conquering Continents
Wow, that blog is one for the memories. We rode that iron-ore train in January, 1975 on, believe it or not, our honeymoon hitchhiking tour of West Africa. After 10.5 hours we arrived at Choum. The only hotel there had no rooms, no beds, no electricity, and I'm not sure about water. Debbie and I found a little round hut, just big enough to spread out sleeping bags. The "door" was a four-foot sheet of corrugated iron, and the next morning we were awakened by an Arab, telling us in fluent Arabic that we had defiled his prayer hut. The night before, Debbie and I found water trickling from a tanker wagon, and we washed, even our hair, soon joined by a handful of other travelers. The trip through the desert to Nouakchott is a story by itself. In N. we spent the night at the police station, washed our clothes in a big sink there, and dried them the next morning on the fence of the presidential palace. Way to go, rafiki! Eb