15th to 18th of December, 2017.
The way to Dakhla it is fifty / fifty: the first part it sucks because I have nothing to eat and I have to wait to buy something (which ended up being just some biscuits, the cheapest option), and also because in every police check point the bus has to stop, the police would come inside and ask for my passport and ask what is my job. At some point, one of the passenger just say: “If you are not a journalist is OK, teacher is OK.” But after half of the way, the bus is almost empty and I could even watch a little bit of Atomic Blonde.
I arrive when is almost dark and search for a coffee shop to get connection. Oussama tells me would take him around one hour to leave his work and come to meet me. I wait.
He arrives with his roommate, Aissa, and I trust in both since the beginning. The apartment is bigger than they think and I share the room with Oussama.
We talk a little before they decide to make pasta for dinner. I have to teach Oussama how to do it and Aissa takes care of the sauce. I just do not get it why they have to smoke so much. Of course I would not say anything since I just met them, but I am concerned why some so young people smoke over a pack for day.
Next day a friend, Sayid, come and drive us to the beautiful turquoise 25 beach. They are known as that because they are about 25 kilometres of the city. The view is amazing! There are a few caravans at some points and unfortunately they are now building a few fancy camping, where according to Oussama, used to be a free point for make camping. Fuck you Capitalism!
When we were coming back, we stop in a mini-zoo of ostrich. They are so cute! The last time I saw one was at the visited to the Curitiba’s Zoo, when I was 10. So I barely remembered. It is pretty nice see them again.
Back in town, we eat and watch a Football game: Real Madrid versus Grêmio, World Cup. Real wins for two against zero.
At night, me and Oussama watch The Mountain between us. It nice. Aissa do not talk to me very much the whole time I am in there because he is shy about his English. But he is a very kind and gentle boy, as much as Oussama.
In the other day, we go to the beach again and have lunch at a restaurant over there. I think it is kind of fancy but as everything that I did or ate, Oussama did not let me pay. That night, I am introduced to a friend (who looks like a lot with Naveen Andrews) of Sayid that supposed to drive me to Nouakchott for 400 Dihrans. At that point he could not because he could not find the other three people to join us. So a friend of him would drive me but the price would be bigger: 500 Dihrans. At the end, next morning who actually showed up was another guy, Azis, friend of the friend of the the Naveen’s cover . I do not liked that but I had to leave.
Around 8 o’clock we started our journey.
