I rode to Nouakchott to change money before heading into Senegal the following day. Lots of hustle and bustle in Nouakchott compared to Atar. I quickly found the area with multiple banks in close vicinity. None appeared to change money, which was different to Morocco and Western Sahara. Lots of people on the street asked if I'd like to change money. I refused all, but one was insistent on taking me to an office where I could change money. They took me to a money transfer agent who pretended they were an exchange bureau. What was happening was obvious, because they guy handed his cash behind the counter. I said no, and the gentlemen who brought me to the office stormed out! I gave up and decided to change money at the border.
The road from Nouakchott heading south to Senegal is being re-laid near to Nouakchott. There must have been 20-30 minutes where I stood on the pegs across a corrugated and sandy track that deviated around the road construction. My legs felt like jelly!
Further south, the road was horrendous with huge pot holes and sections of missing tarmac. I hit some potholes with a thud on my front wheel. Somewhat concerning as the wheel can only be weaker after the dent and flat spot were removed by hammer.
There was village after village, and not much opportunity for camping. I arrived at the junction for Diama, and a guy said the crossing was closed for today, which I knew, and suggested I camp by the Gendarmerie. Seemed like a good idea because of the security, and I was shattered after 270+ miles and not sleeping well last night (very windy). He tried selling me vehicle insurance for Senegal, but I planned to get this in St Louis, Senegal. The building behind that of the Gendarmerie had a concrete base, wire wall with cloth, and corrugated metal roof. I kicked away some animal poo, and I had somewhere to sleep!
My place for the evening was very similar to the Gendarmerie's building! You can just make out the bollards for the checkpoint in the photo below.
I parked my motorcycle round the back, so it's out of sight from the road.
Some goats nearby tucked into my discarded orange peel.
I managed to capture a glimpse of the beautiful sky as the sun was setting.
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