All checkpoints along the route are informed about our presence and the bivouac is protected by military personal every evening. Any car leaving the group (for repairs, etc..) are escorted and so is the charity transport arranged by the African-Hungarian-Union. We feel very safe. Not so much because of military presence, but mostly because of the friendliness of the Mauritanians. 

After a 2 hour drive in a small convoy from the bivouac we finally reached the beach and another 40 km along it awaited us. It didn´t take long before we got our swim trunks and flippy-floppies out! The water was nice and warm. The virgin beach stretched on for as far as the eye could see, no settlements or people to be seen. Pure bliss! 

The Swedes had brought along their snowboards and we hooked a line from the roof rack to get our scandalnavian car-sand/wakeboarding on. * 
It wasn´t easy and the Swedes took a beat. Good thing they had their helmets on. Oh yeah! 

Andrew joined in on a little sand boarding-session on some steep sand dunes and we got some pretty decent film on tape. 
Later we discovered that the tide that was supposed to be on its way out was actually coming in. It was no time for dillydally and we headed for B2-beach, our bivouac for the night. It felt pretty good to be driving a car for 40 km along a beach in the middle of nowhere, just rippin´ it up through the waves and sand dunes. Whatever felt better :) 

It was a close call at the end as the tire-tracks of earlier cars had already been washed away when we were driving there. Some parts were a little dodgy at times and you had to time it with the waves to get through. But it wasn´t scary. Just got ´ol fun! 

We arrived just after the Swedes who had the great misfortune of breaking their left rear differential for the second time this day. They are getting the routine of fixing it down to a tee! All six bolts in the differential housing snapped when they were trying to get out of a bog. Cheap Castorama-bolts provided by us earlier that day. 

The polish Pajero Squad luckily had six heavy-duty bolts, pulled out of a Japanese car, to offer them. It took no longer than 20 minutes to remove the old ones with a drill, torks ...and hammer. They had set up camp and eaten dinner before we even started putting up our tent! Massive respect from your Scandinavian brothers! We all concluded once again today that Norway and Sweden should have been ONE country and its name should be Svorge. 

At this very moment we are sitting and relaxing by the bonfire under a star-speckled night sky enjoying red wine we got from Karen and Ebba just before leaving Krakow. It has been smuggled illegally through two Muslim countries and numerous military checkpoints for more than 6000 Km from Krakow. Wine never tasted this good. Thanks to you both! :) 

Good night from Mauritania!