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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Labrousse , meters from the border to Guinea Bissau
    1Endless beach on border to Guinea BissauElfi finds her elementThese cows spend the whole day on the beach. Who said a cow's life is hard?Cuddling cowsSea side at last!Kalao Beach boutique lodge and restaurant1What a sundown viewThis vulture came to visit us,2Coffee in bed, can life get better than this?

    Kabrouse near Cap Skirring

    19 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    We drive as far south as we can and park off on the beach, several hundred meters from the border to Guinea Bissau with an unbelievable restaurant "Kalao Beach" nearby. Here at the farthest corner is a five star cook concocting the most unbelievable dishes!!!!Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Storky stork pays us a visit
    He scratches his head and tells me that everything is going to be allright with customsFish market at ZiguinchorSelling datesThese fishing boats are used regularlyThe fish chopper. You bring him your fish and he chops steaks with a pangaThe dignitary glides over the marketSenegal knew that they would win before the match. They used voodoo on the wallsSenegalese voodoo for winning the African cupFishing pirogue in the Casamance backwaters.

    Ziguinchor, Senegal

    19 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    We cross over "The Gambian highway" bridge back into Senegal. Huge holes and dusty pistes make up the road. And then it happens, the Senegalese customs insist that the papers issued to us when entering Senegal should never have been issued, are invalid and that we are in "Infraction". Confiscation of our car is a real possibility. After half and hour of discussion they send us to regional customs in Ziguinchor, Casamance 150km away giving us 7 days to "declare" our car.
    I am seriously worried!
    When we arrive, customs is closed. We park next to the river and spend the evening at a restaurant watching Senegal win against Marocco in the African cup finals.
    The next morning customs has a day off because Senegal won the cup.
    GREAT!
    We drive to Cap Skiring to wait a few days.    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Someday when I am big, I'm going to be a "Hells Angel!"
    Funnily enough this sheep is totally relaxed at 60kphThe team running out camp site in georgetownIf the taxi won't go, the customers have to pushSlavehouse in Georgetown.Reminding us of the incredible things the British did during colonialism.A new generation of proud black women

    And now into "The Gambia" we go!

    16 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 37 °C

    A stream of colours and activity. This is Africa as I love it. ❤️
    We arrive in Georgetown (Janjanbureh), a small island in the Gambia river from where slaves from the deeper regions of Africa were shipped to the coast. This horrific piece of British history popps up again and again and is very much alive in the consciousness of local people. No country had slavery so thoroughly organised as the British.Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Nico lodge. 7 tents on a cliff in total luxury
    View straight out of our bedA fish Eagle above the bed, another on my shoulder and another in the trees in front😁What an incredible morning view!Morning in the African bushAnd then, the largest crocodile I have ever seen!😰Sits on a branch watching the riverThen swoops down, catches a fish and....And then a fish Eagle comes alongFlies to a branch to eat it in peace.With a full stomach he settles on this high palm treeFarewell to Nico lodge. What incredible days!At the exit of the park. Good bye to Lamin our guideGood bye Nico lodge

    Nico lodge, sheer african bush luxury!

    15 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    The last two days we spend at Nico lodge. A bush camp on a cliff edge with seven tents in total luxury.
    I sit on the terrase all day looking through the binoculars while Elfi ließ Like a crocodile in the pool.
    And then I see it, a absolutely huge crocodile below swimming slowly in the muddy waters. What an incredible sight!
    And then to top it I observe a fish Eagle catch a fish, and fly to a tree to eat in in absolute peace. He eats nearly 30 minutes.    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Huge 40m high trees of lifeHippo tracksOh! A hippo!!!!!And his buddy crocky!Baboon in palm tree cracking a coconutOur boat guideLamin our guide throughout Niokolo KobaAnt hillAfrica. Fish Eagle, my sprit animal.

    Boat ride with hippos,

    13 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    We return to Simenti today to do a boat ride to look for hippos. These are very difficult to find because very shy. They pop up to look and disappear again. But we get some beautiful shots.

    And then a dream comes true when I discover an "African Fish Eagle".
    This bird has been my spirit animal ever since an encounter in 2018 and since the end of my Camino walk to Santiago di Compostela, has been tattooed on my shoulder.    Leia mais

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    What a wise face
    2The sun sets over the sleepy Gambia river111Baboon troopThe local fitness center! Serious weights for lifting, biceps curling, pull-ups2Messaging system: Write a message. Connect phone to rope with pulley. Lift phone to 40m. Wait 30min!

    Game drive

    11 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 35 °C

    Today our first game drive early in the morning.
    And discovery of how the bush sends whattsapp messages.
    Because the network is seldom available and very weak, you write your message in your phone, then via a pulley system connected to the highest tree, you pull your phone 40m into the tree top. Then you wait 30-60 minutes and then check your phone whether the message went out.
    Now that is creativity!    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Hardly have we reached Gambia river in the park, when crocky greets us
    Lazy muddy Gambia river drifts by our camp at "Campement du Lion"Gambia riverAnother crocky on the sandbankA welcome committee of monkeys greets us. Our car is about the most exciting thing they have seenBut fleas are also interesting!View out of our Car onto the riverSmall straw bungalows Africa. Style (a bed and that is enough)Just lie back and stare at the riverNow let's check the fleas in the other directionEnjoying the rest of my papayaWho's that monkey looking at me out of the van?

    What a welcome comitee😅

    11 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 35 °C

    Together with our guide we drive to the "Campement du Lion". a very basic African style lodge, round huts, African style shower (a bucket of water over the head), hole in the floor toilets, (again with water bucket), but all this with crocodiles🐊 on sand banks and playful curious monkeys everywhere. I can watch these monkeys play all day, it is like a hilarious slap stick film,,♥️Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Morning of our departure
    Dead? or just sleeping?We pick up our new clothes at the tailor,😀1Senegalese colours everywhere"Boss", our guide in the last days, all dressed up for today quarter final match1Public viewing on the main road to TambakoundsWe spend the night next to some salt pans. Within minutes we are surrounded by localsThese boys wanted to practise their English with us1The next morning a hoard of children wave goodbyeColours, colours, coloursMelons for sale! Anything that can generate income is placed next to the roadWhat a sea of colour

    On to Niokolo Koba game reserve

    9 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    Today we drive deep into the interior to the "Niokolo Koba" Game reserve on the border of Senegal with Guinea and Mali. The huge park was founded by "Sedar Senghor" the first president of Senegal and became UNESCO heritage in 1960. Since then the majority of the large animals have disappeared and since COVID visitors hardly come here anymore. We decide to give it a try and take on the two day drive.Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Our boss captainSacred Baobab tree. Regularly the animists celebrate hereBirds birds wonderful birdsMangroves with oysters growing on their rootsKing Fischer birdHeronThe meeting place of the elders under the sacred treesBoutique!Tam Tam drum under the sacred trees to communicate with neighbouring villagesHorse carts as transportThe two sacred trees intertwined, representing man and womanMon amitié n'est ni á acheter, ni á vendre, je la donné a ceux qui la merite.Quand ta lumière brille, n'éteint pas celle de ta prochaine car elle peut te servir un jours tenèbreToutes les richesses de la vie sont dans l'amourLes personnes fortes ne rabaisse pas les autres, mais les encouragesIsland taxi

    Lodji Island

    8 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    We take a boat ride into the mangroves of the delta visit the island village "Mar Lodji".
    This visit moves us deeply as the village guide proudly tells us about his village traditions, one of total tolerance between islam, Christianity and Animism, all practised next to each other with Moslems going to the Christian church on Sunday because dancing and singing is so fun.
    Everything here has meaning and everything is connected in the sense of "UBUNTU": connected to each other, to the earth, to the spirits and to the ancestors who are present at every moment looking after the living.
    In the village center are two huge trees, an Acacia and a Cheese tree (used for building canoes), both wrapped around each other, supporting each other and seen as the symbol of man and woman. Directly underneath is the "Tam Tam", the village drum, used for communicating with other villages, and the "meeting place" where the elders regularly meet to discuss and decide on village matters, also, judgement is spoken here when dispute exists. No police is needed here, criminality doesn't exist.
    Could it be that this is the kind of governance that our world needs.    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Right next to the old Baobab tree lived the nasty old 🐊 crocodile,,😅
    Slowly he swam to the shore of the brown muddy river. It had been a strenuous day.I need at least three juicy children today!!!!!Oh my god I am hungry!So we quickly left the brown muddy river to go watch the carpet man was carrying his carpets to townThe most juicy fruit every whereThe water melon guy1That's not a water melon, it's a huge ball of plastic bottles!But these are water melonsThe region of the sine Saloum Delta is covered with huge baobabsAnd wonderful long horn cattle. Finally no mor goats and sheepSine Saloum deltaBaobabs are a sacred tree, the ancestors live in its branches.Everything is used: it's leaves, it's sap and it's wood. But the crown of the tree is left lyingWe stay in a beautiful lodge and enjoy one night of luxuryOur little hutOur breakfast viewRelaxing and looking out of the window simply doing nothing elseMorning fishersThis male pelican is getting quite spaced out by the beauty of the elegant ladyHe displays his yoga capabilities to attract herAin't I beautiful, he says

    The enormous nasty old crocodile

    6 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

    For those who have read the adorable childrens book: "The enormous nasty crocodile" by Ronald Dahl, to day we met him! The beastly old croc who came out of the muddy brown river to waddle into town and eat at least three juicy little children:
    "because you mash it and munch it, you chew it and crunch it, it's lovely to hear it go squish!"
    Well Senegal seems to be the home of of the nasty old crocodile!    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    View from a observation tower at the "Zebra bar" near Saint LouisParrots in the treesAn eagle coupleA Hornbill couple having a serious discussionFishing boats at saint LouisThe boat itself is a work of artBristeling life and coloursBoat taxiHousing from the Portuguese and French colonizersArtist "Zeus Boye" has an exhibition in Berlin in March, the remaining paintings are in our car😁Wonderful proud women!

    Zebra bar, total relaxation, Saint Louis

    3 de janeiro, Senegal ⋅ 🌬 22 °C

    Both of us are exhausted and simply do "nothing" for four days.
    Staring at the air, listening to the waves and watching exotic birds do crazy things. It is the total contrast to our time in Mauritania.
    Every morning we take our coffee and tea up the observation tower to watch the sun rise and listen to the morning concert of birds.
    Our colds go away and curiosity to discover, comes back.
    Saint Louis, nearby, was founded in 1659, is a potpuri exuding the cultures of the Arabs, the Portuguese, the Spanish the French and very much Black Africa, Senegal.
    This is Black Africa "pure!"
    And what strikes us most, is the joy of being alive, the joy of laughing and talking, community, and colours.
    Endless colours!
    This is the culture that Arabs, colonizers, and the church tried to suffocate over centuries, without success!
    It is the region where between 50 and 100 million people were violated, enslaved and taken to foreign countries.
    And now it is coming back with force and pride. People love their country, are happy with life and love their culture. No matter how poor, you see smiling chattering faces proud to share their culture with us.
    What an exhilarating experience!    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    One last look back
    And one last look forwardAs we head south the landscape slowly changes into Sahel savannaGrass at last, even if dryAs we reach "la route d'espoir" in the south of Mauritania, markets, vegetables and goods reappearWe enter the Delta of the Senegal river with it's incredible birdlifeFish being driedPelikanA warthog family1Papa wharthogFlamingosWetlandsA greeting smileFinally we have arrived at Zebra Bar south of Saint Louis, SenegalWe have arrived!1Now, several days to breathe out and do nothing1Round view from a tower at Zebra bar

    We race to Senegal

    31 de dezembro de 2025, Senegal ⋅ 🌙 25 °C

    One last look back at the sand and we race off south. After a few km a huge dune tries to stop us as it crosses the road. But no chance! We are off!
    The landscape changes into Sahel Savannah and then after 1000 gruelli g km we reach the Delta of the Senegal river and cross over into Senegal heading straight to the Zebra bar south of Saint Louis. Tropical birds are flying around, the Atlantic thunders in the distance and we are so incredibly happy "to do nothing"Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Terjit Palm oasis
    Our beautiful flower has been flowering again and again since 8 weeksWe arrive at the steep incline.Oh shit! We have to drive up theresteep sand hill with Elfi as driver. Two trucks decided not to try and drive a 3 day deviationTommy climbs slowly up the slope. Mastery in drivingMorning lightA "nursery school for baby dunes!Fata morghanaRoland has dug his truck in so deep that both axles were deep in the sandAnother beautiful sun setSand sand sandMorning on the dunes1Farewell to Frank and ChristinaFarewell to RolandLast camp fire togetherOur last eveningOff we go alone. Three hours to the next roadDunes encroaching the banks of the ouedIf your vehicle breaks down in this desert there is no possible help. You abandon the vehicle.Dunes dunes dunes

    One last trip into the sand

    25 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    We have decided to do one more trip into the sand of the Erg Amatlich desert and then leave the group for Senegal.
    It is an exhilarating trip through deep sand along river beds and up a steep sandy dune with beautiful evenings, starry nights and a moving last evening around a fire with part of the group.
    It is really difficult to leave, but we know that we need to do just that.    Leia mais

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    Christian and his wife Gerti fill us in on Senegal tips. They have been driving this old BMW for yea
    Our little flower, collected in Marrakesh mid November, has been flowering ever since. A new flower♥

    Our spirits collapse! We are exhausted!

    25 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Despite all the Adventure, Mauritania is an incredibly tough country:
    The roads, when there are some, are better described as "holes with some tar around them", forcing us to drive very slowly to not destroy our car.
    We are surrounded mistreated animals and by extreme poverty and frequently by a desperateness and begging that completely eats us up.
    Driving in the Sand requires a degree of concentration that exhausts us, and food availability is reduced to a few tins and and some bread with jam. Very little is available.
    We have been keeping our spirits up with all our force so far, but both of us are showing "ware and tare" and have bad colds for days now.
    We are exhausted!
    And then on the way from Chenguetti back to ATAR we discover that we have been driving on a corrugated dust road for hours with the back window open creating a vacuum into the car!
    The whole bed, kitchen, equipment, books and food are covered with 5mm of fine dust!
    Our resistance collapses and we give up,
    Drive back to ATAR, clean the car for three days and decide to discontinue the trip and head to Senegal and relax at the sea.
    Our plan is to drive one more dessert round and then leave the group. We inform MANTOCO.
    Promptly we meet Christian and his Gerti on an ancient BMW motorcycle. Both are specialists on Senegal and fill us up with valuable tips supporting our endeavour.    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Saif Al Islam a collector of old scripts reads us old Arab love poems.
    Our most exhilarating desert sand drive so far. Alone and lost!Deep in the dune field, an oasis with date palmsChenguetti citizensO. The way homeOur place for the nightIn the back ground the dunes are advancing mm by mmThe old mosheeThe library run by Saif Al IslamDoor to the library, like all doors here 1,50m highSaif reads us a love poem, we sing "blowing in the wind" fo him.Artworks from the 10th century, stored in old rusty cupboardsOn the left: Small love poems sent to your loved oneAstronomy from the 11th century while Europe still lived in mud huts.

    Chenguetti

    21 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    Cenguetti is another of the seven holy cities of Islam and at a crossroads of various Caravan routes from Mali, Senegal and the Maghreb. It was from here that thousands of pilgrims over the centuries started their Hadsch to Mecca. In the 10th century It was a center of scholars in religion, medicine, astronomy and Technology.
    Then came the all consuming sand dunes, burying the city again and again. Because Cenguetti is home to numerous libraries with scripts from this age, it was put on the UNESCO heritage list and received funds to remove 3 meters of sand from the old town. Today 15years later the sand is back again. 11 private libraries exist still. I'll

    Driving to chenguetti was our most exciting desert drive so far. We drove ahead of the group and came many Kms off track. It took us hours working ourselves back 500m by 500m, walking ahead to find a route through dunes and large grass bushels and then back to the car to drive. It was both exhilarating but also frightening and a wake up call for how easy it is to loose orientation when everything looks the same and you distance yourself from the car looking for a route and suddenly discover that the wind has covered up your footprints.    Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Nomad families at night. Mats on the ground, children in the lap, food cooking on the gas stoveElfies Friends while we stayed in OuadaneWas this festival about patrimony or about the presidentElfi on the search for foot cremeAhmed Moctar, our hostTea in the tent of Ahmed's familyCamel meat in various forms, eaten with rice rolled up in the right handSmall groups around a large tray per groupAhmed in the middle, Ahmed Baba Hamboub his nephew next to me.Next to Elfi Mohammed Cheik HamboubWe missed the camel race but saw them galloping back to town1Moustapha our guide

    A Mauritanian family, camel races

    18 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ 🌙 17 °C

    While all this craziness takes place we get into a conversation with Ahmed Moctar, a man in front of whose house we had parked. It turns out his family left Oadane for Noukchott, the capital, many years ago to become one of the richest families in the country.
    They keep this house solely to be able to network with ministers during this festival once every 4 years!
    We are invited into a huge tent for tea. Lying on the floor like Romans with cushions for support, we are introduced to his brother's, cousins, and nephews as well as grand son. Huge bronze trays of dates are served.
    As we leave, we are invited to lunch the next day.
    This time the tent is full (40 persons) in small groups of 8. Everyone sitting or lying on the huge carpet.
    First come various dates eaten with creme fraiche, then mutton meat, cooked or roasted which you have to rip off, one handed with the right hand (no left hand allowed!)
    And then as a next course, huge quantities of camel meat with couscous or rice which you rip off (right handed) wrap it in rice and sauce and then somehow maneuver it into your 👄 mouth.
    What a challenge!
    What an experience!

    In the process our guide Moustapha gives me a turban as a gift and shows me how to tie it.
    We leave with a huge invitation to visit the family when we reach Noukchott.

    What a visit!!!!!    Leia mais

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    Traditional riders greet us as we enter the town.
    Proud arabic stallionsRiders awaiting the president, like all powerful people 90min late!!!The old and the new!Camel riders lined upAnd the autocade arrives, and simply doesn't endTotal traffic chaos in this otherwise quiet villageA plastic camel to decorate the stand advertising the Mauritanian passport (no nomad has a passport)Everyone is excited and dressed at their bestNomads from all around the country have pitched tentMoustapha teaching me how to tie the turban he has just given meNow I am a real nomad, not only in our car!Each notable visitor has donated a camel or sheep to the festivities. This one is awaiting its fate.Walking his camel into town1Mr Turban, my new dressCamping nomadsWe visit the historical old town and are suddenly moved over for the president, who also wants to viEntrance to the old mosqueIs this the man?Who wouldn't move aside for the Queen!!!!View over the palm groves. The whole town is in music1Suddenly two women start to clap, after two minutes 20 are drumming and clapping

    Ouedane, "Festival du Patrimoine"

    18 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ 🌙 19 °C

    We arrive in Ouadane, one of the seven holy cities in the Islamic world and dating back to the 12th century, and are amazed by a bristeling excitement in the air.
    I open the window and ask a bystander
    "what is going on?"
    "The president is coming tonight to open a one week " Festival du Patrimoine" which happens once in 4 years.
    My god are we lucky!
    Promptly nomads on beautiful stallions ride through the main street to line up on the dust track leading into the 500 person town which now swells to 3000 overnight.
    Every home has set up a tent in their courtyard to rent out to the people staying over, and as with every good president, he comes with entourage of hundreds of ministers, ambulances, media. In the early evening a never ending autocade enters the tiny town causing total chaos!
    And then something happens that I simply cannot understand, for the evening and day that the president is here no one except his entourage and the media are allowed to participate. Everyone else is locked out by hundreds of soldiers and police.    Leia mais

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    The structe de Richat
    Our incredible night spotView from the edgeElfi and Joe (Unimog) at sunriseThe next day. Discussing how we are going to get into the structure.We decide to drive DOWN this steep slope into the structure.Tommy drives first to build up our courageAcross the plain and then an incredible sand storm beginsAcross the plain and then an incredible sand storm beginsTomm has got stuck. All men to the rescue with shovels and sand railsPelting sand! Artificial intelligence has improved the bad visibility!Sand storm getting stronger and strongerTommy has dug-in again! All shovels to the rescue!Shovel team returning to our vehicles.We lower our tire pressure from 5 bars to 1 bar to be able to cross this soft sandOh No! Tommy is stuck a third time. Nerves are blank. The wind and sand are pelting in the stormSand pelting along

    Structure de Richat, "eye of the Sahara"

    15 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    The Richat structure, also "eye of the Sahara", is a 50km wide structure and no one knows what it is,
    A volcano?
    A huge big bubble during when the world was created?
    Hundreds of geologists since the 60ies, when it was discovered from outer space have not got anywhere closer to a solution.
    Today we speeded ahead through the sand an had the night for us alone on the edge of this incredible space in the desert.

    The next morning a sand storm hits us. While the others continue in to the center of the structure, Elfi and I decide to head to Ouadane    Leia mais

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    A dream spot on top of the pass, all alone
    Endless beautiful sand dunesWhat elegance!Greeting you all who are watching this blogFlat desert with data morfanaGrass bushels starting the next dunesThe deserted "foreign legion" fortSandy track leading into the canyonProbably a lion on the back of an antilopeCould those be wild dogs hunting an antilopeOstrichesGiraffeElephantOstrich

    On to incredible rock etchings

    13 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    After spending the night at a deserted French fort, we head into a beautiful but very sandy canyon lined along the sides with rock etchings dating back 4000-6000 years. By hitting the rock surfaces with a hard stone small holes add up to pictures showing antilopes, giraffes and elephants, once the natural fauna of a Sahara consisting of savannah.Leia mais

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  • Michael SpiesEagles fly, deserts call!Michael Spies
    Lidya cooking tea for us.
    Camp fire on the wayToday Elfi is the captainLihdya's little tent camp in the middle of the desertThe fatherThis is where the whole family livesElfi has a new friendThis bread is baked in amber's buried in the sand. When ready, the sand is brushed off. Delicious!Prehistoric ostrich eggs. Ostriches lived in this region between 4 and 6 thousand years agoAxes, arrow heads and other prehistoric findsA piece of a meteorite. Incredibly hard and lightBefore arrows were invented, these balls were used for throwing at antilopes during hunting.Arrow headsStone bowlLihdia with childTortoise rockOne of the other trucks crawling up the pass.Elfi after having mastered the steepest and most difficult pass road I have ever seen. What a hero!Our place for the night after the pass

    El Bayed, a Neolythical museum.

    12 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    150km into the desert we cross El Bayed, a village with 50 inhabitants that impressed us deeply. Instead of begging, which is normal in this country, Lydia and Dija, two sisters have created a small tent camp where they rent out tents, cook food for their guests, and their father has collected Neolithic artefacts he has found in the desert in a small museum.
    It is touching with what love they do this.
    We support them graciously, drinking tea, buying a fresh bread baked in amber's buried in the sand, and visit the tiny museum. It was a very moving afternoon!

    After leaving El Bayed, Elfi drives up an incredibly steep pass with rock steps and tight bends feared by off-roaders. We crawl up with all differentials locked. I am deeply impressed, and once again we see what incredible performance "Sprinti" is able to deliver.    Leia mais

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    Living in a tent and straw hut with an old Mercedes at the front door
    Many Bedouins still prefer Living in tents on the floorWASTAGE! When we arrived at this water tower a huge pipe was leaking 1000 of liters of desert "Gold"The wind generator breaks and is not repaired. A terrible problem hereEndless plainsAnd then suddenly a small oasisStraw house with flaps in front of the door to keep wind and sand outThe highly poisonous "Sodom's apple", grows in the driest places with antibacterial effect.The perfect way to handle rotting teeth due to excessive sugar consumption.Driving the salt panEndless flat plain leading into the salt panSalt pan round viewAs far as the eye reachesDesert princessTomorrow we head into this dune band1Our beloved dependable "Sprinti"Our place for the night1Joy that just has to get out♥️

    "Sebkehet Chemcham" salt pan

    11 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ 🌙 18 °C

    As far as the eye reaches was salt, flat and hard. 70km further once again the dunes and one of the most beautiful night spots we have experienced so far. No one around, a view into eternity, total silence and a heaven full of stars. Can life get better than this?Leia mais

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    Windows are very low because people sit/ lie on the floor.One room for a familyAn Atar side-roadCamels in the center of townThe main road of AtarA few tins with vegetables in a small shelf and 5 persons sitting on the floor chatting"Camping Bab Sahara": Two days amid the chaos of Atar in a small Oasis"Breathe out" after 7 days in the desertToday, in 2017 Elfi's husband Charly died. We lit a candle for him today.,♥️Breakfast under trees, while all around the craziness of Atar is taking placeLeoni ran "Bab Sahara" in this crazy environment together with her husband. He died last year.

    How people live. Atar

    10 de dezembro de 2025, Mauritânia ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Atar is a dust bowl in a state of chaos. Tiny houses, families living on the floor with goats running in between the rubbish piles, Tiny stalls all selling the same few goods. 50year old Mercedes Benz, held together with tape, transporting at least 7 persons. Without lights or indicators, frequently without windows.. Donkeys and camels standing around waiting for their next task.
    Meat and fish stalls consisting of a table standing in the sun, where various pieces of meat, covered by flies, lie waiting all day.
    Women sitting on the sandy pavement, holding their baby and selling fresh bread.
    In between, the constant calling to prayer of the Muezzins already starting at 4 in the morning.
    Oh my god!
    What a tsunami of impressions,
    all making me shudder.    Leia mais

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