Carol & Sokol turned up just as I was starting to get sick ... not desperately sick but I realised that our Christmas meal hadn't gone down all that well!!!
They chatted to Gianni for a while and then we went out into the street and found a taxi eventually, as usual it was the endless bargaining with a variety of drivers until we found an honest one! Going out to the beach it was interesting to see the amount of new houses being built, probably a thousand or more in the process of going up, whether these were commissioned by the government or were for sale later I don't know but it was a massive project.
The driver left us behind a big sand dune about a kilometre or so from the junction to the fishing port. I wondered how easy it was going to be to get back, but we went down to the beach and discovered some lovely warm water and a massive shipwreck as a neighbour. As the hour progressed a few Mauritanian families came down and joined us, all incredibly friendly with the kids having a giggle at the westerners in swimsuits messing about in the sea.
Leaving the beach we decided to go up to the Port de Peche, luckily a taxi pulled up to drop some people off as we reached the road. The Port was undergoing building work as well, a new fish market building funded by the Japanese government. We walked around the market being told that if we wanted to take photo's we would have to pay, we paid scant regard to this and continued on. Beside the building was a little room with a TV inside, outside this room was a list of football matches, there I was in Mauritania seeing that you could watch Arsenal vs. Manchester Utd etc at 7pm the following day!!! I can't get away from football it seems ... and the Mauritanians seem to have no interest in rugby when I asked later!
We wandered down to the beach to see what was going on, we'd picked a good time all the brightly coloured boats were coming in with their shoals of monkfish, sardines, corbine and the like ...
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