|Pussy Ride with missing nut.|
|Happy shop owner and friend.|
And once more, we needed to jump-start her bike. About 3 minutes later we continued since the cables and connectors were ready this time.
|Peaceful auberge in a sleepy village.|
|Skippy on her way to breakfast|
|The other tent for eating, smoking, discussing...|
|Beautiful indoor wall-paintings.|
|It was amazingly clean around this place.|
|Really nasty looking thorns.|
|Saying goodbye to the German-speaking owner (and his uncle).|
|At the local smithy.|
|The crowd of little monsters keeps now some distance after calling for some discipline :D|
We decided to ride on. Suddenly Skippy heard some funny noises and we saw that the chain protector started to have it's own life. That was easy to fix since I have a few spare screws with me.
|Skippy's bike with a missing screw, again...|
|We are on the right track - staying at Hotel Paris-Dakar.|
|Our bikes were safely parked in front of the hotel. The owner suggested to drive the Suzi inside the hallway.|
|Room service, please?|
|Beautiful cliffs (with the usual amount of plastic around it).|
|Camels - amazing creatures.|
|No hurry whatsoever when crossing the street!|
|There was the whole herd.|
|Protected from the sandy wind and burning sun.|
|Again a walk through the shit-park.|
|Plenty of rotten trailers and trucks.|
|Plenty of old stuff here as well.|
|Evening snack - a bag of olives for 50 cents (Euro).|
|One can see from the flag that we had strong winds!|
|Good enough spot for camping wild.|
|Strange looking stones with plenty of holes. Appears to be that smaller and harder sand pieces caused some erosion.|
|Amazing flowers in the Sahara. The body is filled with liquid.|
One annoying element were the constant control points from customs and various police forces. They always asked for a fish (fiche in french). Fiche fiche - no fiche, only passport. They took then the passports to write some key data of us in their log book. Once I needed to write it myself and the other time, I went into the station to provide the info. This became really annoying and time consuming. By 5-6 stops per day and each took about 10min, we lost easily one entire hour! All the way throughout Morocco they waved us through and checked only locals. After Guelmim, we were constantly stopped and the locals got through without being stopped.
We stopped at about the last place of civilization before the Mauritanian border - Complexe Barbas. I bought the vehicle insurances for Mauritania and some fruits. We also had a quick Skype-call with our real-estate agent back in Finland (we finally got our house rented, what a relief!) and got an email from the hotel owner in Aourir that our international driving licenses finally arrived...
By 17 o'clock we were at the border station and some 30 minutes later the gate opened to no-mans-land between Morocco and Mauritania.
And Skippy keeps on making travelogues. Enjoy this one - click here (the HD version will come once we have a decent internet connection).