We spent most of the day to cross the Morocco-Mauritania border, it was 4pm until we passed all the checkpoints (2 long queues on Moroccan side, 3 on the other). The border crossing is a beautiful example of African bureocracy and inefficiency, everything is done by hand, sometimes the forms to be filled out are drawn in front of you by pen & ruler.

In the afternoon we just had enough time to visit one more shipwreck and the city of Nouadhibou. Mauritania is obviously much poorer than Western Sahara, and what we saw until now was sand, sand, and once again sand.

Today’s camp is in the middle of nowhere by the dunes, with a big campfire in the middle. We can also see the distant campfires of the guards protecting the camp in the night.