Marruecos de Dakhla (Villa Cisneros) a la línea del Trópico de Cáncer
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Trail stats
- Distance
- 142.13 mi
- Elevation gain
- 938 ft
- Technical difficulty
- Moderate
- Elevation loss
- 912 ft
- Max elevation
- 259 ft
- TrailRank
- 25
- Min elevation
- 259 ft
- Trail type
- One Way
- Coordinates
- 469
- Uploaded
- January 8, 2016
- Recorded
- January 2016
near Dakhla, Oued Ed-Dahab-Lagouira (Western Sahara)
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If you are in Dakhla and you want to burn gas, you can go to the latitude of the Tropic of Cancer.
Towards the south, the road narrows even more, although the traffic -especially trucks- decreases a lot. In the latitude of the tropic you can pass, perfectly, twenty minutes between vehicle and vehicle and the solitude is immense, so be careful.
Going down you will find, before arriving at 23º 26 ', several deviations, to the right all go to beaches: Puerto Rico is indicated in Goggle Maps; on the left all go to wells in the desert ... about twenty or thirty kilometers from the main N1-road line.
The people who live there, eat the snot and at the end of all-of all-the roads that leave the road, there is a rock to, at best, ask you for pasta. You should not take any if you do not go in convoy or if you do not have enough car to leave by feet if the thing gets dodgy or eggs / ovaries to deal with the issue.
We, to make time until the time of vermouth, because the trip to the tropics is short from Dakhla and we did not want more road to the south, we got into wells that are 24 km away. You have the coordinates on the route.
The road is a no man's land. We found the gravestone that you see in the photos and that comes to say that there died a guy, son of another man and a lady who was called -or is called- Zuleima, and who died in 1965 and God has him in his womb .
The road is paved and ends at the place where you see the camels as if the asphalt had run out of bitumen right there ... follow the path of horses to almost the border with Mauritania / Algeria.
That saved us from a good mess because having bugs, and also with young, we did not approach and in this came a guy with gestures of "I shit on what is meneal!" -photo- so in that position we decided to put feet in dust but plowing along the way, taking pictures, until it appeared in the rear-view mirror and out of nowhere ... what you see in the last photo and also to all of you, we could not for less than thinking that he had some interest in knowing us. I gave wax to the buga, that to have 68 CV took us out of the jam, and the guy was approaching three hundred meters +/- and gave up. We had them tie ... the bitch N1 I found the Guadarrama toll.
Danger in diversion, hostile people in the water wells do not go a single car and better not to go off the main road.
Towards the south, the road narrows even more, although the traffic -especially trucks- decreases a lot. In the latitude of the tropic you can pass, perfectly, twenty minutes between vehicle and vehicle and the solitude is immense, so be careful.
Going down you will find, before arriving at 23º 26 ', several deviations, to the right all go to beaches: Puerto Rico is indicated in Goggle Maps; on the left all go to wells in the desert ... about twenty or thirty kilometers from the main N1-road line.
The people who live there, eat the snot and at the end of all-of all-the roads that leave the road, there is a rock to, at best, ask you for pasta. You should not take any if you do not go in convoy or if you do not have enough car to leave by feet if the thing gets dodgy or eggs / ovaries to deal with the issue.
We, to make time until the time of vermouth, because the trip to the tropics is short from Dakhla and we did not want more road to the south, we got into wells that are 24 km away. You have the coordinates on the route.
The road is a no man's land. We found the gravestone that you see in the photos and that comes to say that there died a guy, son of another man and a lady who was called -or is called- Zuleima, and who died in 1965 and God has him in his womb .
The road is paved and ends at the place where you see the camels as if the asphalt had run out of bitumen right there ... follow the path of horses to almost the border with Mauritania / Algeria.
That saved us from a good mess because having bugs, and also with young, we did not approach and in this came a guy with gestures of "I shit on what is meneal!" -photo- so in that position we decided to put feet in dust but plowing along the way, taking pictures, until it appeared in the rear-view mirror and out of nowhere ... what you see in the last photo and also to all of you, we could not for less than thinking that he had some interest in knowing us. I gave wax to the buga, that to have 68 CV took us out of the jam, and the guy was approaching three hundred meters +/- and gave up. We had them tie ... the bitch N1 I found the Guadarrama toll.
Danger in diversion, hostile people in the water wells do not go a single car and better not to go off the main road.
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Olá.
Tiveram problemas de segurança? Foram a Sebkat de Imlily?
Gracias
Creo que tu ya conoces el Sahara. Nunca son problemas de seguridad, es el triunfo de la prudencia.
Por la ruta que elegimos, la carretera termina con una montaña de escombros y continúa un camino para caballerías. Aproximadamente a unos cinco kilómetros de Sebkhet Imlily. Para nosotros imposible continuar con nuestro coche. Toyota Aygo. Hubiéramos seguido a píe pero... hay pastores de dromedarios en la zona donde termina el camino. Son unos pozos de agua. Entre curiosos y agresivos. Yo solo con mi hijo de 15 años. Preferimos dar la vuelta.
De la nada salió un todoterreno que nos siguió a gran velocidad hasta la carretera principal, mira las fotos. Probablemente si hubiéramos ido en convoy y con vehículos adecuados hubiéramos continuado hasta Sebkhet Imlily. Preferí ser prudente, estás en medio de la nada y mejor evitar, como tu dices, los problemas de seguridad. Lo transformamos en una carrera de coches por el desierto y ganamos nosotros.
Saludos
Obrigado, é que em Outubro vou a Sebkta de Imlily.
Gracias
en enero, llueve casi todos los días, el desierto cambia a color morado de las limonium sinuatum "siempreviva de las arenas" inolvidable!!