Kiffa

None cut our throats by morning, moreover, there was no gathering around the bus. Most of the teams visited Tidjika, where we didn’t go, so we’re ahead of them. That’s why we left later yesterday. We’ll straight head towards Kiffa, today’s destination 300 km from here, we’ll reach it by 3pm. The terrain is the same: desert, semi desert, a bit of savannah, go to 10. The roads are surprisingly good, even at home the roads are worse in many places, but according to Gyula we can’t push it, because the bus won’t take it. Gyula goes an average 45 kmph, while Tuti 65, and for him the bus holds on and together. Some teams went to straight to Kiffa yesterday already. There’s nothing exciting in the town, the camp is reasonable. We get to know that the soldiers arrived that da, so it’s official by now that they guard and follow us. I don’t know whether it’s a good feeling or not.

We install the sunroof and start to play music. We dance around a bit with the local guys. We could go and watch crocodiles, but none is in the mood or has the energy for it. Aravind tries to fix something on the Norwegians’ car. The mechanic says that it’s dark, and he won’t work anymore. I like it J

Some of the dudes are missing. The English by the Polski, a Norwegian car and some Hungarians. Some teams gave up, the jerks, and went home. Late in the evening everyone arrives. It turns out that the Polski fell apart, and they sold it for 110 Euros. In Nouakchott they were offered 1000 Euro, so the suck. And they even left a lot of thins in the car: shovel, medicines, and stuff like this. The locals took everything in 10 minutes. They will most probably join us from tomorrow.