Our first stop, Dakhla. After two and a half years in Morroco, our first time this far south. Our plane touched down in Dakhla, small airport where, when they asked me for my passport, I asked “Why?” and they let me through. Dakhla is the gateway to the south, just before Mauretania.
The guys from the hotel came to pick us up in a pick up, and during the drive, we could admire the magnificent sunset behind us.
We stayed in a Auberge de nomades, 28km from the city center. Our camp is in a lagoon, beautifully situated.
All the other guests were die-hard kite surfers, hair bleached and skin tanned by the sun and talking about… wind! Though we felt a bit odd, being backpackers, they were pleasant enough and some were interested by our trip, but we still decided to hoist sails and move to the city center after a day, so that Caro and Mona could join us easily and stay at a cheaper accommodation. Which didn’t stop us from still having some fun by the coast….
Practising to get ready for the next of West Africa, miles of road, lots of hitch hiking and waiting…
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