Nouckhout

Update. Just got to the capital. Did 285 km today. Hot, humid and solitry.Knackered !! For the distance, the most tiering ride so far.But i found a place to camp, right on the beach. I had expected to pitch up at a Gerndarme check point. This place is run by a French guy, called Nicolas. Food is very pricey. More than European prices, but it's only €5 to camp. The beach is white sand and has few people using it. By all accounts, wealthy Mauritanians and Embassy personal come here.

Apparently the capital is an absolute dump. Rubbish everywhere and full of mosquitos. So I'd say I got very lucky. What a contrast. 99% of the country lives in either home made wooden shaks or nomadic tents. Yet here I could be in Barbados.

Just had a German guy come over. We spoke at the Morrocan border. Small world.  He sells cars from Germany in Mauritania. Makes a profit and then lives the good life in northern Morocco.

There seems to be a little industry doing this. In particular selling in The Gambia. Where there isn't any import documents. Going to take a look at it myself.

Well, long day. Very humid. Drank 4 litres of water today, whilest riding. All good though. :) Going to have a quick swim in the morning. :)))

Speak soon.

Will

Mauritanian border

I wild camped in the Sahara for the last time, some 150 km south of Dakhla.

I quite enjoy the whole wild camping. Finding a decent spot. Out of view from anyone. I fry the luncheon meat and pop some cheese on the frizzby bread. Have a brew and watch the stars. I've not actually watched a TV show since March. Due to living in the ' bunk waggon ', on the Extreme Stunt Show for 26 weeks. And being on the road doing this challenge, since September 14 th. Can't say I've missed my 42" tv or most of the rubbish on it.

I packed my camp away this morning and was back on the only tarmac road for 11 am. I had about 240 km to the border. From my research, I'd read of bribery on both sides of the border. Hassles and long delays.And definitely a 4 km stretch between Morocco and Mauritania, creativity known as ' No Mans Land '. 

No Man's Land is not tarmac or asphalt. It's desert and rock. Either side of this invisible track is a mine field. I mean that literally. Apparently from a previous war the two countries had. ( Check the photos out. )

One couple blew themselves up recently.  But normally it's just camels that tred on a mine. And proceed to throw themselves 50 meters in the air. And scatter themselves over a half block radius.!!!!!!!

I got to the Morrocan border. A bit tiered , but more annoyed than anything.  At the prospect of being told to pay a bribe multiple times. I decided I would play dumb. ( " Me no understand French. ").And also become a charity worker for African children for the day. :)

Morrocan Police first. Got shouted back, as I rode straight through their check point. " Oops!! " Had to fill a form in, in French. Did it, amazingly, handed it in and got my first passport stamp. All whilst I rattled on about being a charity aid worker in Africa.

Customs the Army and then finally the Police again. All understood I was an aid worker for les enfant african...

It worked. 30 minutes and all done !! A que of folk still waiting, all of whom were ahead of me. Result.

The barrier lifted and the Morrocan tarmac road ended. Into No Mans Land. Loads of annoying people milling about. 'Misuer '...'misuer'....shook my head. Stood up on my bike, put my bum on my rolled up doss bag. And went for it, following the tyre marks in the sand.

Cars were on their roof left and right of me. Stripped out and gutted. (Bit like their owners, no doubt.) Tv sets were stroon everywhere. No idea what that was all about. All while some 'no mans land' man, waved at me. So I took a photo and waved back.

4 km later..." What's all the fuss about " ? Pleased to write that. :)) It obviously can be dangerous. Follow tyre tracks. Say "non" to the dodgy looking men in 'no mans land'. (Name change to 'Loads of Mans Land' , mighty be in order.)

Into Mauritania. ...the border looked decidedly poor, compared to Morocco. The army were scruffy. And the supppsed soldier booking my passport in, spent 20 minutes waffling on his mobile to his Mrs or someone !! ' oy '..I said.Pointing at his computer. I then smiled and went back to being a charity aid worker, for African children. 

Eventually I was met by a lad from The Gambia. A mini con man come Hawker. He filled all my Import paperwork in for the bike. I then paid €10 bribe to Mauritania Customs. And gave the lad €5 for removing all the hassle. €15 and no stress, to get through both borders ?? Happy at that. Paid for my bike insurance €20 for seven days.( No con there.) Changed some Dehram into Mauritanian currency and was off. It's desert, hotter than the Sahara and very, very windy. It's like riding a bike in an oven with a sand blast machine in your face. Liking that a lot. :)))

I've done about 200 km this side. And as I write, am laid in my tent.
Along side a Mauritanian Police check point . They have been just great. Very friendly and helpful. All in French of course. So im utterlizing their security and also gas cooker. Lol. ( They brought it over when they saw my hexi blocks).

All in all, a great day.  Enjoyed it. Mauritania is noticeable hotter. And the desert here has way more bugs and snakes. Ive seen plenty already.One of the pics is a snake I nearly camped next to. You can see the markings in the sand. " ooow snake trails.....ooooow snake "!!! Check out the caravans, that was someone s home and repair business. And look at the local restaurant. Hhhhmmm....yummmy !!!

Early one in the morning, before the sun gets too hot. Heading for the capital, Nouchkot.

I've ridden 450 km today on a 125cc bike. Through deserts and a 4 km long minefield. It's hard going. It's expensive. And it's dangerous. Northern Mauritania, where I am. Is an Al Queda strong hold. I'm doing this to draw attention to the plight of wounded servicemen. Most of whom have lost arms and legs. If you like what I'm doing. Have a heart and click the Help for Heroes logo. Top right. It's direct to the charity. I personally pay for the costs of this challenge. You can then leave me a little message too. :) I like a few words to have my feel good factor.

Please help me out here, so we can help wounded servicemen.

Will

Sahara Desert Part Duex

Salada madi cum

Through Agidir and Guelim. And now in Tan Tan Plage. Chipping away at the 1, 200 km of desert region. Met Tash, an English girl, who just married a local guy. Who works at the camp site. Between them I sorted out some bread and fuel. And got the low down on black market petrol from Anglers.

The desert road is almost totally straight, so not too exciting. Two days ago I put my i pod on, whilst riding, for the first time. I'm sure I look like the Sheik of Cool, as I ride along, singing and boping in my helmet and enduro suit. Infact, entertainment is when I see some camels !! And they seem to look at me all confused.

Back in the north of Morocco, I'd see Police at most roundabouts. But they always waved me through. Now, there are very official check points. With a mixture of Morrocan Army and then Police. All armed. (This region has had issues in the past.)

They now always pull me over and ask for my passport. I need to print off and fill in something called a 'Ficshe'. (Might not be spelt correctly. )
It's a bit like a questionnaire for a dating show. What's your name, where do you come from, where are you going. And do you prefer brunette or blondes ? That sort of thing.

The desert is still a mixture of rock and sand. Not quite the Lawrence of Arabia set, you might expect. Temperatures and humidity are all tolerable. But I have noticed the bike is rusting at an unseen before rate! ! Any exposed metal and it rusts. I think the Sahara is like a microwave ruster. :(  so I have baby wiped the bike. Honestly, I have.  To remove all oil, I have a slight leak, so the sand can't stick.

I need to Google " cado " or " cadu". I'm guessing it means " can I have your cash buddy ". As ever kid I pass says it to me !!! Lol.

Presently being entertained by a four year lad. Who is pointing at bits of my bike. Wanting to know what it's called in English.  Nice just to be ' talking ' to someone.

Going for it tomorrow. Making good head way towards the Mauritania border.

Not much to report. Apart from sun, sand and dating questioners.

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Will