We have been in Western Sahara with Ben for two weeks. On the last days we found finally a sweet spot to surf. Waves were shoulder high, there was nobody except some fishermen and beach full of dead crabs. We surfed 6 hours in a row, because once you arrived to the end of the wave, you jump out and then run back to the point, you jump back in and then do that for the rest of the surf session.
One saharawi Muhammed came to me at yesterday night and brought mattress and blanket from his tent so I wouldn’t be freezing. I said tranquilo, because I had sleeping bag and a blanket already.
Next morning I went drink tea at his tent. He had five kittens climbing around.
We arrived to Dahkla after driving more than 900 kilometers from Taghazout. City is calm. Nobody is trying to sell you something. Sweets are cheap and food is cheap. But we still prepared our own tagine. One potato, one tomato, one onion and 300 grams of chicken was about 1 euro and 60 cents.
There is pretty girl working at the ice cream stall. She doesn’t have much power to scoop cold ice cream. When her brother is working we get more ice cream.
Wester Sahara. Rocky landscape and couple of bushes. I have been sleeping every night outside. They tell me about scorpions and snakes and about other animals, but I only notice strong winds at night. And during the day we look for the waves. We were almost jumping into water, but one guy in military suit came up to tell us that it is forbidden. With sad faces we kept driving towards Dahkla.