Starting at 8 a.m., first shopping for bread, vegetables and fruit, which is quite expensive in this country. The fruit turned out to be mostly old, everything is imported and therefore overprized and tasteless. The national food is camel meat.
After finding a great goodbye-dividend for our shareholders, we finally left Nouakchott.
The „Route de l´Espoire“ starts with intensely red sand dunes, going into deep yellow sometimes, spotted with juicy green bushes and trees. It goes through small nomad villages with mostly tents, over lush oasis with ponds and brooks, through villages with teahouses along the road, men as well as women lying there lazy, drinking tea and playing with the children. There is less and less trash around the villages, everything is quite clean. Later it becomes the „Route des Cadavres“, because all those donkeys, goat, camels and cows insist, that it is their country, so they stand on the street and don´t move away. At some parts of the road, you find dead animals every few meters. It is as bad as going through the Australian outback, where you can find millions of dead kangaroos.
At night we went offroad again to hide between the dunes, as a young man with a camel approached as. He spoke no French, and we invited him for tea and bread. The camel war really young and shy, so was he. After a sip of tea, they went away quickly, leaving us with a firework of red and orange sunset.
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