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07.12.2008, Nouakchott, Mauritania, Auberge Menata
Finally time to write to our blog!
Well, where we start there ...
As you all know, we started our Trans Africa at 2:11:08 in the Ruetiwies and are first of all went to a Tour de Suisse, say goodbye to most of the relatives. For all who did not mean it passed ... a heartfelt "apology" ... At some point you have to remain just go, or you sit still ...

So, now to our trip:
Europe we want to deal with relatively short, since there is not much to are writing. Some highlights but should not be forgotten anyway.
France:
Adventurous Pyrenaeenueberfahrt to Spain! Our car (TCHOVA) has it gone through without a murmur. Here's the proof:
we note the sign in the background!
And here are some impressions of the mountain passes:
Spain:
Here's really just a nice story to tell, namely by the dark green BMW:
We put our route planning so that we pass by the opportunity to large cities or. Thus also in Madrid, a city that is infamous among travelers over. The wildest stories we've had and the degree are accordingly bit tense ...
Thank God we saved on our GPS, the Stadplaene of Madrid and drove more or less skillfully by the Madrid-pass road jungle. Suddenly I saw (Flo) next to me a dark green BMW with tinted windows. A guy in a suit waving like a madman with a shiny thing ... I pressed the first time the IGNORE button and drove on. Suddenly, the BMW was driving on the passenger side, and Sarah said ... Hey, if I ev ... police should not stop ... Well, we then followed the guy down the hard shoulder and stopped. rose from the BMW in Suit-clad and Sonnenbebrillter man and immediately wanted to see our passports, our money and the drugs that we would have it. After some back and forth, he wanted us to follow him (now comes to us his badge in front of more Kaugummiautomatenmaessig), got into the car and drove off davon.Derweil we left the Bernese around and waited until it first and then took another Madriderumgehungsstrasse ... which of course had the consequence that we have wandered a while in Madrid. ...
So, we sat at 11:11:08 finally over from Tarifa to Tangier, and entered Africa.
The first hurdle was the limit, the first African. Patience was announced but Flo has handled it with flying colors. I've got me in the car and crawled to myself grumbling ... The main road down to to Larache, where we could stay overnight in a camper park for free. Loud but very comfortable. The next day on to Fez, where we took two or three days to come, and of course to look at the city and the Medina Souq. Ali showed us everything.
three of us before the seven gates of the Royal Palace, a gift from the artist.
The Mandalas of the gates. Every single piece of hand-beaten out of colored Plates!
view over Fes from a dilapidated Militaerfestung
The beautiful handpainted Keramikgefaesse in production
The tannery, where I could not resist a buy a bag ...
After these many impressions we drove on to Marrakech, where we met because of the now infamous Gelbfieberimpffaelschung Germans. Daniel and Robert, on the camp did not want to give up our neighborhood and we enjoyed a dinner: o)
Daniel on the rear staircase from Alobart (the Mercedes 911 of Daniel and Robert).
Robert on fire for the tagine for dinner.
Now the chemistry is still, we are in a month en route to fourth, it happened of course still a lot for what we do not hide from you!
The plan by the Anti-Atlas to drive needed a little time to give to me (Sarah), enthusiasm, because it was a pig cold. With ice on the windshield in the morning, as a lump of ice feet into the night. But the breathtaking scenery, rustic villages of the climbers on the mountain sides, the wild camp to the most beautiful places we compensated!
A solitary oasis of rock walls to protect from the wind, and a wonderful fire pit to barbecue to cook and tagine.
The route took us past Ourzazate to Tazenakht, Foum-Zguid, Tata, Akka, Foum El-Hisn, Tan-Tan, Laayoune, Boujdour all along the coast. Dakhla, shopping, El 'Argoub, down to Nouadhibou.
the Mauritanian border, an adventure in itself! Between the two border posts by Morocco and Mauritania are four miles of sandy trails, total mined and several branches where we do not know where you land. Luckily we decided before the border somewhere, two Mauritanians, where the engine was abgekackt tow. Which led us in the fastest way through the Pistenwirrwar and with patience we made the Nouadhibou Mauritania Einreise.In we decided the iron ore railway line to follow along through the desert, according to Chum from there to go to Atar.
The men had of course a lot of fun on Sandduehnen up and down ride. Dredge, sand sheets go out, air out the tires, air clean again. I was all kind of scary, but nonetheless beautiful wars ...
(A small addition of Flo: "saugeil the dune driving !!!!!")
Some impressions from along the railway line to Atar:
The first dune and you eingesandet (of course also TCHOVA)
By joining forces, and a winch (Juhui, for the first time used!) Were, however, we back down from the thing
runway guess to some only
out
air, pure air, air out, air ...
Wuestencamp
Duenenlandschaft
camels and of course
bathroom break
arrived in Atar, we held only two days off times can shower, do laundry, and welding our exhaust. Namely was rusted through and the Tchova has boomed that they no longer his own word in Fuehrerhaus shipping. Now everything is whole again, and he purrs as ever. Also, the compressor would be patched up, stands on it, never oil in! And thus was the thing with all the help of various campers and travelers of the camp not be repaired. Since the mech from the place but could not read English (it would have, he would have been no matter what is there) he oil made it, and see her, and the compressor does its job again, straight time being ...
from Atar we went down the main road to Nouakchott where we now sit and write ... This road was just incredibly boring hours sleep, for. Later wars so sandy, dust and dirt everywhere in the air. It looked like dense fog, sand dunes left and right, as ne theatrical backdrop of the three kings. Spooky and fascinating ... Every few kilometers a police check where it was said many times: "Donnez moi un cadeau". The children learned quickly that sentence, of course, no please no thank you, with difficulty demands. What angers me and I of course quickly to the corresponding Responses induced. (You know me J)
Auberge Menata we reached the evening of 4 December since we are lazy. Chat with travelers, can we tell stories of places that we still see wollen.Und of course we had to take care wiedermal the bureaucratic things, visa for Mali, car insurance, passport copies and also the necessary at every police check fiche be reprinted had (here is a little Thank You to Robert and Daniel, which have a small print it and provide us with fiche ...
the Fiches For Sarah and Flo
We will contact you again ... Eventually ... Greetings from afar is wos hot and exciting ... Abraço grande ... Sarah and Flo ...

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