I find a shared taxi to Laayoune in about 3 seconds. Having to wait for it to fill, being the first, allows me to accept the offer of tea from the driver.
The large UN presence in disputed Western Sahara is immediately obvious from the blue flags, large white SUVs and the increased cost of hotels. But, there is it must be said, nothing to entertain anyone in Laayoune other than perhaps the food.
I catch the overnight coach to Dakhla, leaving at 9.30. We depart at 11.20. Weather next morning is pleasant, and the lack of tax to keep people here ensures happy locals.
A shave for the Mauritanian border tomorrow me thinks.
