
The desert roads are long and boring. I have been on them all day so this blog entry is short.
150 years ago anybody exploring Africa would not have any contact with friends or family for at least one or two years and may never be seen again. I have been blogging on the Internet daily and even when I cannot do that I have sent a text…

Here I am in the Sahara desert and for the first time in months I have had to do up my jacket during the day and put a warm fleece on in the evening. Tonight I will have to sleep inside my sleeping bag rather than on it.

After breakfast with Steve in Noukchott I started North through the desert. The wind was fierce from the start and 90 degrees to the road. At least it was a steady constant wind not gusting.

After my ordeal at the Rosdo border post on the way down, I decided to head for another smaller post called Diama to cross into Mauritania. Everyone said it is better, unfortunately it is now closed to all but military personnel so I was turned away. Rosso it…

Throughout Africa I have been struck by the amount of rubbish there is lying around. Senegal seems to be the worst although Gambia amd Mali were pretty bad as well. Mostly it is plastic bags, any perishable waste is either eaten by the local goats or even pigs…