End of the earth.

Left Dakhla, a.k.a ‘end of the earth’ early this morning. A rude awakening by our taxi driver at 6.30am was a little unexpected but then our French is lacking quite significantly. We bombed it through the desert... a long straight good road that allowed us to bomb it through this barren landscape. The desert certainly isn’t beautiful – not dunes and pleasantness that I might have hoped for. It’s dry dusty barren and quite eerie. Anyhow, it is amazing place to have seen and a reminder of how much space there is kicking around the world – solar panels, anyone?
p.s – had a cup of tea in the Mercedes taxi in the desert. How? Well, I had smelt gas a few minutes before being offered this hot cup of stuff but didn’t believe my nose. But yes, it’s true. Someone whipped up a brew on a camping stove whilst seated in the passenger seat...
p.p.s – the W Sahara/Mauritania border is one of the strangest places I’ve seen. It’s a no-man’s land, owned and cared for by no-man. Instead, it has become a dumping ground for unwanted car tyres, cars jeep and buses from Europe... apparently if the Mauritanians don’t allow them in there’s no point in driving them back up to Morocco so they’re left to die in the baking heat. Some incredible sights, quite disturbing actually –but no photos unfortunately, they’re quite strict about these things and I didn’t want to be told off...