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After a long time, we’re back. For some 5 weeks, we could simply not access our website. After asking our dear provider we learned that he does not provide this service in this country. Whatever that may mean. We put some energy in friendly correspondence with them without a too concrete answer. But finally, we…
In the evening we went to our favourite restaurant to have one of the most famous Moroccan dishes: Tagine.
Later in the afternoon it started raining heavily. We met 3 Germans, father and 2 sons, who planned to have their night out in a tent in the dunes.
After having crossed all kind of Mauritanian’n’Moroccan flats the last week we needed some more hilly areas. So we decided 2 visit the Anti-Atlas with its numerous mountain chains, valleys and its hidden villages high up on the hills. We took the road thru the mountains 2 Tafraoute … …
There is another hair-rising pass we had to conquer the Tizi n’ Tazazert with 2283 m. Very few of this odd tourist species go there.
The road was winding its way through traditional villages, where the inhabitants did even not dare to feed their goats with used plastic bags, desert landscape and fantastic geological phenomena.
Currently we’re in Agadir, Morocco, some 2000km north of St. Louis. 2 arrive there we had to overcome 2 borders, cross Mauritania and to travel through the whole Sahara. No longer as adventurous as it was some 50 years ago. The nowadays open north-south passages limited to the 1 in Sudan we crossed in 2012…
We arrived in Nouakchott. Immediately they integrated us into their social system for traffic regulations.
On 13.10. we started our adventure to the far, far north, with the first destination being Mauritania. For days Monika was having nightmares about the border crossing we have to take.
The great celebration of Tabaski is over. The whole week was very quiet. The roads rather empty, most people still on leave, digesting loads of mutton; the cars were rather empty – not a single sheep could be seen on the rooftop anymore. On Tabaski we had our huge plate of spicy mutton. Before leaving…