My "Saharagelber" 300TD

In the morning while having breakfast there was a Landcruiser approaching us. A real desertman stepped out of the car and warned us, there could be landmines out there he told us in french. He told us it would be better to leave.I understood those mines were only lying in the border areas. I promised Melissa it was safe, so now it turned into a tense situation. We had to go back to the road and follow our own tracks as good as possible. We did not wander around anymore and I was rethinking about where I read what and how I could have make this mistake, and was this indeed true? The thing is, this man left after he told us it would be better to leave, so there were obviously no other (bad) intentions or wanting-to-sell-carpet stuff. After we calmed down we left the place.

Our romantic place under the stars (and between the landmines).

All alone

A heavily armoured woodlouse, probably for the landmines

Rough coastline.

Transatlantic route

We only drove to Dahkla today, about 130kms. We swam in the sea, saw a big ship wreck which you sometimes see when you drive via the transatlantic coastal route. Entering Dahkla is beautiful, a very nice and strange scenery, a combination of sand dunes and sea water.
We had dinner in Dahkla, which was quite good. The personnel wasn’t to happy, but we could understand, living here pretty much sucks I guess.

I can see for miles and miles.. (The Byrds)

Another anonymous place in the Western Sahara. Well, as Morocco want people to live over here, you don’t pay any tax over here, hoping that they this way attract some people to settle over here.

There is nothing to do, a place in the middle of nowhere. After dinner we found a camping and asked if we could stay for the night.
An old man was there with a cute dog, he told us we could stay for free. I know that trick, no way! We had to know. To cut this long story short, He did not know and he wanted me to call the owner, who was not there. I called this man and asked what they would charge for us and sleepling in the nomad thent, including breakfast in the morning. After asking many times, the owner continued to say it was up to me, if I wanted to pay. I got tired of it and we hung up, all right, we pay something tomorrow and it should be all right I told Melissa.
May be it actually IS true this time, I don’t know. Meanwhile the old friendly man made us some tea, we sat in a big in a real saharan atmosphere. We decided to sleep in a real sahara tent. There was no other person around here, it’s a camping before you enter Dahkla on your right.

Colourful seaplants

Cooling off in the sahara