Day 41: Dakhla – Bir Gandouz

A bit stuffy, a hotel room like that :-) We're not used to it anymore. Before we continue our journey we want to take in some water. We know from iOverlander that this should be possible with the municipal waterworks. We have to ask around. Ah, no, not here anymore, but you have to buy the permit opposite side of the street. Brigitte pretends to be a bit blonde, so one of the men takes pity on her and goes with her to the authorities. Ask below, be directed upstairs, pay 17 dirhams for 7x200l (there is no other copy template, we actually only want around 30l). Then into the next room for an official stamp. And then you have to keep driving: en route, comme ici, a gauche – means that at some point there will be another water tower on the left. Actually. As we drive there we only see tank trucks being filled from above. So ask again. A hose is passed through a grid, a connection is made with some effort and: we filled up water.

Then we head towards the border. Pretty monotonous landscape, every now and then a nice view of the sea and sandy plains in front of it. At lunchtime we share the last two and worst tagines of our lives with Abdul.

In the evening we decide with Abdul, Ian and Catherine to look for protection from the wind on the wall of a house about 60 km from the border in Or Bir Gandouz. A bit like camping next to the garbage dump. Abdul cooks us a delicious stew, we contribute avocado and beetroot salads with nuts and bread, Cathrine and Ian add something grilled and Bacardi Cola (not for Abdul) - the alcohol has to be drunk before arriving at the border!