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Toen ik het artikel van Miguel Willis van de week las kon OOK ik het niet laten om ff op Google Earth te gaan kijken.Wat een tering bende daar zeg met al die shipwrecks.

Naar wat zoeken,lezen en klikken kwam ik het volgende tegen.


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I woke up to a checkpoint guard prodding me in the ribs with his torch and demanding my passport. "Are you on a mission?" he demanded, flashing his light in my eyes. "Er, what? Who, me? Umm no, kite, sportive professional, surf" I mumbled, desperately trying to force my sleep-starved brain to function. It was 3am on our first day.
My brother and I were on our way to Nouadhibou in Mauritania, on the western shore of the Sahara. We had heard of a huge lagoon there, home to one of the world's largest shipwreck graveyards, and had decided it would be a good kiting location.
We had travelled through Morocco and were now entering north Mauritania. The border consisted of a broken shack in the middle of a huge minefield. On the plus side we received a huge smile from the immigration officer as he stamped our passports and asked for a bribe.

check voor de rest: Reisverslag Miguel Willis op Kiteblog