And the four new together, we go along the coast to the south. From our windows no longer surprised to see goat climbs on trees, on the edge of the higher branches, we could find our way.
We also see that there are many oil salesmen on the road and cooperatives everywhere. To our surprise we found out that the trees where the goats climb argan trees are, and extracted from them the fruit for oil, but also that the goats eat its fruit and droppings are of those who make a process (take some seeds of bone) in order to produce then the oil that is refined with a new development we think craftsmanship. For the curious, of course we bought and tested the oil ... and well .. the taste is different from our precious olive oil .. I think I can get in Europe and delicatessen products. (You know)
And so we follow the coast, stopping at
small beaches filled with surfers, a sandy Atlantic surrounded by cliffs, with dozens of camels grazed aimlessly or fear. No longer fascinate these herds that have surrounded us day and night under the sun, the ocean mist or moon.
And back to the big city, this time to Agadir, so that Jose managed some official paperwork, and went quickly back to the mountains, this time completely different, are Anti Atlas Mountains, in principle, why not, with a resemblance to the Priory tarrragonino,
but is gradually changing to rocky peaks and arid.
Tafraut We reached his capital, a beautiful town, and quiet, very quiet. In the surroundings you can see rocks in different ways rounded, piled up, there is even one they call the hat of Napoleon. Will be discussed, but the truth is they are special. Twenty miles are the Gorges d'Aït-Mansour, which leads to a long canyon of colors red, split by a narrow palm full of small adobe villages and orchards, with an accompanying riachuelillo all the way,
We ended up making a move back to the Patrol of the child, (which has caught the night.).
really a beautiful and unique.
returned to the coast, via Tiznit and Sidi Ifni, not many years ago, or good, with Franco, was a base English military, and where there still are people who fought or did national service with the English flag attached to the sleeve of his uniform. The next destination is Tan Tan Plage, where good and paid, rather they make us pay a fine to skip a stop, 400 Dh, about 40 eurillos by the nose.
The idea is to turn up the suspension on the van, and the Patrol, as well as enhancing air filters for the van, and the child I want to put a snorkel to the car, so it will not absorb as much grit desert what comes ahead. Businesses barter with the mechanics of the people we have not been out of convenience, so we continued to Tarfaya and Laayoune. From here
you already have a small feeling of going to the end of the world, with endless carts, constantly bordering the Atlantic and cliffs,
few days with waves and incredible strength and majestic, and sometimes through real areas of Saharan dunes, sandy beaches
and now and then going across the road, and found, fortunately, excavators that are responsible for the maintenance of these sections so that it can circulate and avoid having to release the plates and shovel for that we use. Tarfaya no longer seem a little ghost town Laayoune and finally managed to find a mechanic to turn up the rear suspension to the van, everything and that we have not gone well the exchange we had in mind, but happy that we won so high
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pa What we have been successful, is pending in the stroller, trying to wait and see if maybe in Mauritania and in Mali will play out better, because here you do not get a barter account bearing wheels on the roof. Here in Laayoune in addition we have party, but big party that our child has become a man a little older, and it just reach the quarter-century. Here are some pics ... a picture is worth thousand words!
This is now Western Sahara. A few days ago when we were in Tan Tan, commemorating the famous Green March of the November 6, 1975. This occupation "peaceful" civil Moroccan more than thirty years, and had serious negative repercussions to its former inhabitants, Sahrawi, even separating them into refugee camps today in Morocco is celebrated as a national holiday throughout the country, wrapped in hundreds, thousands of patriotic 'flags and pictures of the king back in where you go. We met some supporters of the Polisario Front ("Party for the independence of Western Sahara) that we have explained its position to refuse to the authority of the flag hanging in their respective businesses, and as there has been an imposition by the military authorities of their location.
military control in the area is clear, both on highways and in cities. Military barracks are established everywhere, and controls should not stop every few miles, at the entrances and exits of towns and villages there are few, and from time to time in any small cross in the middle of this immensity that is the Sahara Western and eastern desert stones (Hamada). In each of the controls, both police 
as soldiers try to take something from us, sometimes we ask euros, sometimes a gift, without attempting to return our papers or passport until they receive a small commission. One can fear of authority by many things, but these controls, one does not quite know how to react to these "agents of authority." So far there have been no more than a cap of Spar, and some other key chain or pin the Madrid (thank goodness it was the Madrid!), But we'll see how the thing continues.
Flag as great story, like amazing, that a police these controls had asked the child if hashish, he was told no and the cop gave him a joint !!!!!!! Nooo! I do not think so .... At that dius Mainouuuuu!! Mainouuuu HOOOOme! As we understand these things, I better not want to understand! (Funny thing happened on his birthday, ...).
After such stories not to sleep, we stopped a couple of days in a cliff
spectacular in the middle of nowhere, they gave us the possibility to reach the small beaches, pick up some mussels and barnacles, .. and try to catch ... we try, because after he saw us have to laugh a little, at least we are going to laugh years to let us eat Experiencing the Atlantic waves, trying to drive the hook snagged on the rocks, and return to the van more wet than dry and empty bag ...
Dahla Now we're in a city that lies at the end of a slender peninsula and horn-shaped, surrounded by a desert that no longer give away illusions and beautiful beaches. From there we'll be in the countdown to our entry into Mauritania, we have planned for day 15, which comes into effect the visa of the country.
hope you are all well, and know that I greatly missed. We send much love, hugs and kisses for each of vosotrus ... from the Saharan coast
PS: we would not have fallen all the photos, the internet in these contradas is slow and disconnects often, so if we see that this happens, we promise to try to post pics in the next cybercafe, which has a decent connection, which is becoming more and more difficult as we go further south .
congratulate Marta Andreu and the recent arrival in this world !!!!!! Leire montralina ja tenim nova, and eager to know whether the Chata and Nei already papasss!! alguuuu anyone know??
called him Jack, Jack Nicolson 
rich knives 
tropic of cancer 
mauritania border 
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