This Time We Stopped for Tea

After only a night in Nouadhibou and where we got to taste their Senegalese-style shwarmas (with fries in the middle and same seasoning) we took off the next day for Nouakchott. Once again a bush taxi, except that unlike Senegal where you have French seven-seater station wagons at Nouadhibou we had to take a regular ancient Mercedes 190D four person car crammed with six dudes (no women of course). The dudes were really nice and accommodating about the whole situation with no one complaining about being crammed into this car. On this ride the desert changed from grey and rocky to a monochromatic yellow of fine sand, easily blown about by the wind. Naturally, we got stopped a couple of times by soldiers wanting to check our passport. After four or five hours we stopped in the middle of the afternoon for a long rest stop; probably to avoid the heat or winds or something. We sat in a tent with passengers from another shared taxi and had tea of course. Then we ate some bland, greasy rice with a tiny portion of lamb with our hands before hitting the road again.