Nursery school, Mother camels with their babies

The west Sahara, a straight road for a 1000 kms

Elfi, doing her best to keep a straight head

We cross the border and the first impression is rubbish

Nouadibou Rubbish service, by the look of things, they come once per month

The carpet shop. Carpets on the pavement

Donkey waiting for his next transport job

Midday prayer, those that didn't make it into the Moshee

They had everything here, the most expensive cosmetics, at 10% of normal cost.

And then we left town for the coast, no dirt, no noise

Workers driving home from Nouadibou harbour where Iron ore is loaded on ships

Mauritania, This is where Africa begins.

November 30 in Mauritania ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

At last tha long drive through the west Sahara is behind us, and we spend our last night on a parking spot directly at the border. It is also time to get rid of all drugs and alcohol, unless we feel like 10 years in prison. So we get really drunk and finally smoke the Weed that we have been carrying all through Marocco.
The Border crossing took 8 hours! No surprise when you have experienced Irak and Iran.
But entering Nouadibou on the other side was a culture shock. With a bang! If Marocco was a rubbish dump then I have no words for Mauritania. Statistically it is the poorest country on earth, and you feel it.
And yet it knocks me over, the people go about living, loving, and dying like everywhere else, however on a level we cannot imagine. Our Sprinti is like an oasis in the midst of chaos and Armageddon.Read more