Just in the middle of nowhere, out of Tantan, we found a Korean restaurant.
Tan-Tan Beach ending a summer day.
After one night in Tan-Tan, we kept heading south. All we could see is the long road under, the yellow desert around and the blue sky above.
Crossing 318 Km and passing by Terfaya, we reached Laayoune; the reddish orange city.
We spent a morning long talking about the history of Western Sahara and Laayoune with the priet of this church from th Spanish presence in Morocco.
Still on the road enjoying the flickering yellow ground that encounters the sky.
Here we are driving our last 40 km to Dakhla; a presque-isle, our last city stop before leaving Morocco.
When the desert sand and the beach sand caress each other.
Another beautiful face of Dakhla.
The desert is behind and the ocean is ahead.
In the enterance of Dakhla, the last taxies station from where people go to Mauritania.
On our way to Mauritania, Any try to step out of the road would have been destroying.
Unspoted mines in hundred miles of the Werstern Saharian land.
The journey through Western Sahara ends and we cross the borders to step in another world.
After crossing 1 110Km along the Atlantic coast of the Western Sahara, we kept being on the road and heading down south.
Here we are in the kingdom of sand where the ground doesn't mean anything but sand.