Needing the Loo - Blogabond

There were quite a few police check points through the Western Sahara, at one of them Aziz was given a piece of paper with a warning on. We couldn't read entirely what it said but we think it was to do with his tachometer in that he's driven over the legal amount of miles because he had to hand it over to them. When asked however he said it was because of us and that it's a problem for him to be carrying tourists. Despite us saying that we can get off and it's not a problem if he can't take us, he insisted that we continued to travel with him. So we headed for Dakhla, 495km away. Leaving Laayoune at 6.30am we forget what time we arrived but once in Dakhla we had food with Aziz and Habib and managed to pay for us all as a thank you for no price was asked or offered for taking us to Nouakchott. Aziz saying they were off to shower etc and we had 2hours to look around Dakhla we made our way along the coast as Kat started to feel the effects of not going to the loo properly for a few days. This became a number one priority as we found an expensive hotel and ordered drinks in the bar whilst she swiftly pegged it for the loo. Ben shouting after her be quick as he also needed to go. After a much needed sit down clean loo break and drink by the sea, we got the bill which made Ben want to go for another shit again in their loo to make it worthwhile.

It cost 50d 3times more than what it should have cost for 2 soft drinks which wasn't breaking the bank but still made Ben tighten his purse strings and not leave a tip.

We hadn't much more time before we had to meet the others back at the lorries so we returned a little early not wanting to keep them waiting just in case they were already there. As it turned out, we were waiting a lot more than anticipated because when Aziz returned, he slept for over an hour on the bottom bunk whilst we sat in the driver and passenger seats twiddling our thumbs and trying to be quiet. We were pretty confused and a little pissed off that we could have been out all this time but he had wanted us back. A bit odd and even more so when he finally woke up and started the engine and drove 50yards then parked outside a cafe. Talk about lazy.

We sat and had drinks by the sea, which was a lot cheaper than our round in the last place. However the view was spoilt was the copious amount of rubbish that was littering the nearby bushes and all along the shore. It was then where we both saw a dead cat for the first time. Half expecting to have seen one in the many medinas in Morocco, we weren't prepared to see one on washed up on what could have been a beautiful shoreline. Saddening the moment it made up Kat's mind to write a letter to the King, Mohammed V, addressing him of the amount of rubbish throughout the country and how it not only spreads disease, it contributes to global warming. This reminds us... We need to rope Kat's dad and anyone else into helping write the letter so it sounds formal and factual...

We left Dakhla a while later once Aziz and Habib had picked up their papers and then drove outside the town to bed down for another night in the lorry.

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Kat and Ben on July 1, 2009 from Ad Dakhla, Western Sahara

from the travel blog: Kat & Ben's World Adventure

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