Day 14 Western Sahara/Boujdour beach

The roadside rocky terrain is slowly giving way to dunes as we enter Western Sahara, ironically with complete cloud cover, rain lashing the truck and the lowest temperature we’ve had since we started. 

The irony of seeing a camel warning sign on a road you can drive on at 100km/hr is not lost on us. The smell in a couple of places suggests that it was not lost on a couple of reckless drivers too.

The Western Sahara border is invisible in terms of any formal barrier other than the stinger across the full breadth of the road and the usual gendarmerie royale checking our tour leader’s passport and waving us on. The only hint that we are in a self governing territory are the billboard sized images of the king of Morocco at every roundabout exit and the eleventy billion Moroccan flags lining both sides of the main road.

We stopped at the usual Marjane supermarket and had to use up ~£20 worth of Moroccan dirrhams as it is illegal to export them. So now we have snacks for about a week on the truck, as long as the Mauritian border officials let us take them through customs.

Once we made camp, Mark did a mini homage to the Police song by having a cup of tea in the Sahara with me after a 5km run along the dune covered beach. ❤️

Burgers and fries for supper ended the evening round the campfire, under the usual incredible sunset.

Heaven…… (if not a slightly sticky one – one more sleep til a shower…….)