Southern Morocco to the border of the Algeria 
Our shadows on the sand 
My girlfriend Leila 
The Gnaouas 
Cooking Kesra, bread Berber
ovens mechoui 
A sunrise in the dunes of Erg Chebbi 
A walk in the dunes 
On the trail of Rissani in Hassi Labiad 
The restaurant "Chez Ali" Zagora 
Hotel "Chez Ali" Zagora 
New Berber Tamgroute 
Pottery Green Tamgroute 
Lake Iriki 
Caravan Lake Iriki 
Departure runway Foum Zguid 
A hotel beach Aglou 
Labels mineral water of Mauritania 
The longest train World SNIM 
A bivouac on the border 
On the dunes of Chinguetti 
In a library in Chinguetti 
Oasis Terjit 
Our house in the center of Nouakchott transmitter 
The transmitter center of Nouakchott 
Our first apartment in Nouakchott 
The role of taxis 
station serving our friend Baba Fall 
Baba fall a former colleague of my father to broadcasting 
front of my school 
Good grilled fish 
cleaning our fishing 
skeletons of sperm whales 
logo Banc d'Arguin
Entry Natural Park of Banc d'Arguin 
67 ° on the Banc d'Arguin 
barefoot on hot sand 
An unexpected rescue 
A Hotel Nouâdhibou 
the Border Morocco / Mauritania 
We chose the song for the picnic 
The last station before the border Always in touch with Lahcen my friend, during a fellowship with the fossils in France he asks me to inform him of Mauritania. I'm therefore mount a raid 4x4 in my country of choice. We go, my wife and I join my friend in Morocco and then drive south. Crossing the border and south-west to spend our first night in Nouadhibou. We record our arrival at the immigration service and choose a guide for Nouakchott by the Banc d'Arguin and the beach. We meet some French tourists lost, the temperature is about 67 ° sand, impossible to walk barefoot and we take them under our wing to the capital. A fishing, grilled fish waiting for low tide. We longeons des villages de pêcheurs et rencontrons de nombreux bancs d’oiseaux en migration, tels que des pélicans, flamants roses, diverses grues et autres échassiers. A destination, je revois une bonne partie des anciens collègues de mon père qui me font visiter les nouveaux sites de la radiodiffusion et de la télévision. Les souvenirs me reviennent et mon cœur palpite. Je revois notre appartement où loge le ministère des affaires sociales et notre villa abandonnée où mon père avait à l’époque 30 ans plus tôt planté de nombreux arbres. Nous repartons plein est vers Akjoujt puis Atar et Chinguetti. Nous trouvons une petite auberge où nous dégustons un plat typique, un ragoût camel (a bit hard the beast). The dunes are out of sight of 360 degrees and the sand is very hot. The next day we decide to go back and visit Choum line railway to Bou Lanouar. We see the train SNIM is the world's longest, nearly 5 miles long, and amazing sound, it passes us by honking their horns as a sign of greeting. Awesome ... We no longer see the end. We walk along the tracks for miles and we stopped at Ben Amira to watch the giant monolith, a block of rock composed of a single song. We pass the border and go back to Morocco. It was great to see all these memories marches ahead. I do not think that one day, I relive those magical moments of my childhood.
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