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This trip came from a growing desire to see the Sahara and I was pushed over the edge when I visited some dunes in Vietnam while at the same time reading Michael Palin\u2019s fabulous book. I intended to circulate the Sahara from Morocco to Egypt but my \u00a34000 budget turned out to be painfully naive as I only managed to travel down through Mauritania, Mali and The Gambia before flying home from Senegal six months later.<\/p>\n<\/div>

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I flew to Tangier on the 5th of October 2009 to begin what would turn out to be the hardest trip I had done (as I stated at the time but may revise later) and definitely the toughest travelling conditions I had come across. We spent a few nights on the coast (a night in Tangier then a few in Asilah) acclimatising to the country, dodging carpet sellers and hash dealers. From the coast me and my travel partner (my Spanish girlfriend at the time) went to the lovely mountain town of Chefchaouen, a pretty blue town with some cool looking architecture and a great place to get an introduction to the Islamic culture .<\/div>

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We spent a few days in Fes, a great city which oozed history with tiny little streets, tanneries and an old medina, then we moved to Meknes, where we slept on a mattress full of bed bugs in a cheap hotel and they devoured the right side of my body giving me very irritated skin for the next 12 days. <\/div>
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We then travelled through the mountains stopping a night in Midelt before arriving at Erg Chebbi, my first taste of the Sahara in the massive patch of sand 50km long and 5-10km wide with dunes hundreds of metres tall. We stayed a couple of nights and did some hiking on the dunes but it was too touristy for my liking and the people too money grabbing so we didn\u2019t explore the dunes further.
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From the dune patch we went to Todra Gorge, a cliff-sided canyon in the eastern part of the High Atlas Mountains where we went on a hike and were spoilt with some amazing views as the river carves its way through the mountains. The last few hundred metres are the most spectacular, where the canyon becomes really narrow, it was as little as 10m wide in places and reminded me of Zion Nat.P in Utah. From the canyon we went to Ait Benhaddou, a really cool village made from mud where we slept on the roof, drank lots of tea and I chose to eat my Moroccan flakes there.<\/div>
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We went to Marrakesh, which was an interesting city, lots of hustle and bustle and interesting things going on. We ended up staying 4 days sleeping on the roof of a cheap hotel then took a couple of days out of our busy schedule to climb Mount Toubkal in Toubkal National Park. In the end we made a mistake, took a wrong turning and ended up on a different peak missing the summit by a few hundred metres, I was pissed off at the time but it made no difference the experience was great and the views were stunning.<\/div>
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From the point that we turned around to go get visas it took us nearly 2 weeks to get to the border with Mauritania as I decided to see some of the Central Northern part of Morocco while I was there plus I also flew to Barcelona for 4 days. I spent 2 days getting a visa in Rabat before spending a day in Casablanca, 4 in Barcelona, another night in Casablanca followed by a 31 hour bus ride to Dakhla in the Western Sahara. This part of the world is officially a province of Morocco but the people consider themselves to be a separate state. We spent a few days hanging around as there isn’t much to do and noticed a huge military presence and a sense that the people were being forced to be Moroccan. I consider this to be a separate state but will need to return one day to have flakes, hopefully when they have regained their independence.
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Mauritania was a country very well insulated from the western world which made it fascinating to travel through. The taxi driver dropped us outside a hotel in Nouadhibou but all the hotels were far too expensive for my liking, even the price to camp in their gardens was too high so we had to make other arrangements. <\/div>
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We left on the iron-ore train, a train that can be several kilometres long and carries iron from an inland mine to the coast to be exported. You can ride the train for free, although it does come at a cost as there are still remnants of iron filings in the carriages which fill the air when the train moves making it hard to breathe and pretty uncomfortable. There was a carriage at the back which you could pay to sit in but I stayed on the free part the whole way being quite stubborn and determined to make my budget last. In the wee hours of the morning we arrived in Choum and followed some of the locals into pickup trucks which drove us to Atar and the floor of a house that one of the passengers invited us to sleep on. Next day we got a hotel room and I had the longest couple of showers I\u2019ve ever had trying to remove all the iron from the numerous parts of my body \u2013 it even stuck my eyelids together as at one point weeping tears from my eyes mixed with the filings and made a kind of adhesive.
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We went back to Atar en-route to the capital Nouakchott, where we spent a couple of days arranging a visa for Mali. Travelling meant getting squashed into cars with locals, who were very friendly and offered us food and drink but on one journey a woman prayed and chanted about 80% of the time which at first added a certain atmosphere but became tiresome after a while.<\/p>\n
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We drove through herds of wild camels and from Nouakchott followed the \u2018Road of Hope\u2019 spending a night in Aleg, one in Kiffa, then 3 nights in Ajoun el Atrous, having to hang around until the entry date of the visa for Mali. The towns were full of rubbish with kids playing in it and goats eating it, there was meat on tables in the street covered in flies and we were always the centre of attention, for the whole town sometimes. The hotels were expensive so we paid to camp in the grounds but we had to get a room for one of the nights to be able to shower. From Atrous it was hard trying to arrange transport to Mali, we made a bit of a mistake when we chose a dodgy offer and were Almost Kidnapped by Al Qaeda. Luckily for us there were regular police checkpoints along the road and at the second one we came to the guards really analysed the driver\u2019s paperwork and then a couple of armed police officers got in the vehicle and we all drove to a police station. They took us to a taxi rank and told a driver to take us to, and across the border to Nioro. He spoke good English and as we were driving we passed an abandoned truck in a field and he told us how some Italian tourists had been kidknapped the night before. Lucky escape<\/div>
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Being in Mali was a big relief, Mauritania was pretty tiring to travel around and although Mali turned out to be the same there was a much higher population so more things going on and the influence from the French meant that the standard of eating was also much higher. Travelling was still slow, we had to stay another day in Nioro waiting for the buses to run and then another day sat on a bouncy bus to reach Segou. Here we arranged a tour and on Christmas eve we slept in Bandiagara, our jumping off point for the amazing Dogon Country.<\/div>
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The Dogon country<\/span> is home to approximately half a million people, a magical place set on a sandstone cliff (the Bandiagara escarpment) which can reach as high as 500m in places and is full of interesting rock formations that stretch on for a hundred miles. We spent days walking up and down the escarpment visiting villages on the bottom and the top and we were spoilt with some great views over the African plains.
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We celebrated the New Year in Mopti camping in a posh hotel so we could relax by their swimming pool and meet fellow travellers to party with. We then jumped on a boat for 3 days to travel up the Niger River to Timbuktu \u2013 the scenery was great but unfortunately I got Malaria or some other bug that made me feel really cold despite the intensely hot temperatures. It was still enjoyable sailing passed little villages in the middle of nowhere, stopping in some of them and meeting some interesting characters.
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Timbuktu is a place famed for being in the middle of nowhere and I can see why, the town was full of history but was basically just a dilapidated, dusty old town in the middle of the desert. We ended up paying an extortionate price to attend a Festival in the Sahara, a great couple of days despite me still feeling pretty bad. The music was typically African with some top Malian artists coming to play, mixing with the locals was a great experience especially the Tuareg who are desert nomads wandering from one oasis to another.<\/div>
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In the end we stayed for 3 weeks in Cap Skiring, walking along the beach and eating freshly caught fish before we decided to explore some of Senegal. We started with a 5 day tour of the Pays Bissari, another area full of indigenous villages, waterfalls, beautiful scenery, a couple of schools and the area\u2019s hospital. We drove through the Niokolo-Koba National Park and saw some warthogs, deer\/gazelle type things and loads of cathedral termite hills. On one of the evenings we walked along the river and came across 4 or 5 hippos sticking their heads out of the water, amazingly they are responsible for more deaths than lions and crocs. On the last day we visited the most impressive village of this trip and the least affected by the western world with boobs hanging out and interesting piercings. It was a cool moment sat in the town half way up a hill looking out over the surrounding countryside full of baobab trees, chatting with the locals about their animists beliefs; interesting people. We had lunch in Kedgegou then went to a nice hotel with a pool to end the tour, the really nice tour.<\/div>
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The Gambia was a great country for me because I could communicate with the locals, in every country so far the adopted language had been French, which I can get by in but cannot form relationships. We went to Janjanbureh (formerly Georgetown) and made some friends, one of which showed us the former slave prison and took us on a Boat Ride to see some more hippos up close.<\/div>
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Travelling by mini-van was slow, so we slowly made our way up the coast spending 2 nights in Joal Fadiout, a town with an area on the mainland and an area on an island made of shells. There were shells everywhere, the ground was covered, there were piles all over the place and some of the walls were built with, or decorated with shells, although they were crumbling pretty badly.<\/div>
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We went to N\u2019gor just outside Dakar looking for somewhere to relax before our flights but the rubbish thrown all over the beach was absolutely horrifying, one in particular was about 2 metres deep in rubbish and the liquid forming in the rocks looked like some dodgy acid or something. Luckily N\u2019gor island (about 100m off shore) was nice enough and gave us the chance to escape the crap on the mainland, there we stayed for 8 nights before flying home on 28th March 2010.<\/p>\n
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. West Africa . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . One of my favourite corn flake eating moments . We went back to Atar en-route to the capital Nouakchott, where we spent a couple of days arranging a visa \u2026<\/p>\n
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