Traveling though this country, you get that sense that this is a place dreams come to die. Nothing but sand as far as the eye can see. The wind seems to never stop blowing, sandblasting your body through the day. After just one day, I couldn't tell if i was getting tan or just dirty.
Since most of the days were spent driving, it allowed me to catch up on some reading. When the scenery became a bit monotanous, I tucked my head down from the roof and got lost in some other world or adventure. Then when something caught my eye, like a herd of camels or change in scenery, I would poke my head back out the sunroof, like a praire dog, and snap some pictures.
Since, I'm traveling with a group of others passengers, we have had to work together to keep things organized. When ever we stop for the night we search for firewood. Which was easy in Morocco but difficult in the desert. Most of the wood we brought with us, or found along the beach. We cook every meal over a fire, the group broken into 7 groups of 3, cooking all the meals of that day. When we arrive in a city, the cook group takes off to buy what they can from local markets. If it's not possible to find food, because we are away from any cities, we have lots of reserves tucked away in the truck. Mostly canned food, which we call dog food, so we try and get fresh stuff when ever possible.
The instablity of Western Sahara and the countries we are heading to, has made the other passengers a bit on edge. But it has also brought us together, to look out for eachother. I have always been the type where when things get dicey, I get more excited, I'm loving every minute.
The craziest part of the last week was crossing from Western Sahara into Mauratania. Not only does it take all day, patrol officers searching through our truck, checking our passports, making us wait for no reason, and even having our truck go through a giant xray machine. We offered to sell off a Canadian girl for a few camels just to speed up the process.
After finally proceeding out of Moroccan control, our jaws dropped, one after the other repeated, "what the Fuck" The area betwen exiting Morocco control and entering Maurantania control was like entering noman's land. The 1-3 miles to the Mauratania border control, is the most abandoned places on earth I have ever seen. It's like time itself seems to have been forgotten. Abandoned cars litter the area like junk yards,mostly cars that were discoverd stolen by border guards. There is no road to the Mauratania border, just a path most commonly used to drive aross a landscape straight from a horror book. No country controls the area between so pretty much anything goes on. People stuck between borders try to jump on the truck, begging for help. Trash covers the ground. This definetly set the tone for entering western Africa. As we entered Mauratania, we were not only excited to enter another country, but anxious for what was ahead. What ever danger presents itself we are preparred for it with an amazing truck.
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