We left Dakhla, Western Sahara, and headed south down the desert highway into Mauritania. By now the continual buffeting from strong winds and penetrating sand was getting to us, and we began to yearn for some greenery.
On the way we met lots of puppies.
The steeds looking resplendent as we left Dakhla.
A brief windy stopoff and some awkward posing for a selfie at the Tropic of Cancer!
Petrol station pups – how many can snuggle in a bucket?
Oh just one more…
Lichen on gemstones yo
We found paradise in Mauritania. Also home of the largest and tastiest grilled fish of the trip so far.
Nothing like (another) sleepy puppy for some good R&R
Diawling National Park, Mauritania. The bumpy track made for slow progress, but with just 40km to the Senegal border where we planned to spend the night and an incredible array of wetland birds, we were happy to dawdle.
Lunch, more puppy love…
The piste to Senegal
Border puppies at Diama…
and just one more to sign off…