The night before we left Dakhla, we picked up a Senegalese hitchhiker in need of a ride down to Nouakchott to visit grandma. Mousa plays football(soccer) for the “M…
Before we purchased the ambulance, before we landed in the UK, and before we broke down in Dakhla, we had known about the ongoing unrest in northern Mali. We weren’t too clear on how, what, and why, but the Tuaregs and Mali military are duki…
Between Noudibou and Nouakchott, we were stopped a total of 12 times by the police, the army, and whoever else unfortunate enough to have a job standing in the midd…
If Mauritania is one of poorest countries in the world, then fuel is completely out of reach for most people in the country. Just one tank of diesel was enough to empty o…
We met a Belgian couple on their way back from Mali. I forget their names but they’d been back and forth between Belgium and Mali several times and had extensive …
60 kilometers from Kiffa, we stopped at a one of those typical checkpoints. Everything was pretty routine until we noticed Neil and Di’s truck pulled over to the roadside heading the opposite direction. They both came over and explain to us th…
Neil and Di advised us against camping in Kiffa. With all the leaky busted water pipes, it’s a breeding ground for mosquitoes and malaria. Advice taken, we rolle…
We spent Sunday night in the ambulance, parked at a small hotel in Ayoun el Atrous (2000 Ouguiya) . We were dying for cold drinks but the hotel had pretty much n…