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A Travel Story We Probably Shouldn’t Tell Our Parents

Every once in awhile when you are travelling, you come into a situation that shouldn’t be shared with your parents back home, at least not until you are certain you have made it through the ordeal unscathed.

For example, telling your folks that you have contracted malaria while you are currently dealing with the hallucinogenic symptoms of this rather unlikable virus, is bad idea (ahem, smooth move Shawna). Waiting until you are removed from the continent of Africa and have survived all the ailments before talking to your parents about what “might have been” is a much more ethical way to communicate these sort of stories back to the people who love you most.

At least you don’t have to worry about noisy neighbours


And so taking our my own advice, I bring you a story that took place not yesterday or last week, but several months ago while we were travelling through Western Africa. I would like to call this story:


Our Very Slight Brush With Terror In Mauritania

Middle of Nowhere, Mauritania

We initially wrote a little bit about our time in Mauritania in our Epic Road Trip post. In a nutshell, we wanted to travel through Western Africa from Morocco all the way to Ghana on land. No planes allowed.

We were pretty certain this would be challenging, but doable. The only sticky point for us was Mauritania. We were really getting mixed reviews on the safety of the area. From most accounts it seemed quite harmless, but although instances were rare, this was a part of the world where the occasional Al-Qaeda kidnapping took place. There is hardly a positive spin you can put on a kidnapping, so this was a situation we were hoping to avoid.

Again, I need to emphasize the reality of what we were dealing with. People were not and are not being taking hostage on a daily basis. In fact from our research there have only been eleven kidnappings in Mauritania since 2007 (if anyone has updated stats, please don’t hesitate to prove me wrong). You would have to be an extremely unlucky individual to get yourself any trouble. Avoid night travel, and make the trek in a larger group and you should further increase your chances of arriving to your destination without incident. This was our plan… everything would be fine.

And so we decided to move forward. We actually were quite impressed with how everything fell together for us. Our bush taxi from Dakhla, Western Sahara to Nouakchott, Mauritania was smooth sailing… or at least as smooth as you can expect with Shawna and I squashed up front with the driver in a beat up old Cadillac for 13 hours in the unforgiving sun. Surprisingly, the sun-cooked sheep which we were offered for lunch was actually pretty good!

Our lunch stop on the way to Nouadhibou


In Nouakchott we also found ourselves on the right side of lucky, when we met a clan of Frenchmen who were taking the exact route we were hoping to. They had brought five vehicles from France to sell in Mali, and were happy to have us as part of their little caravan.

Team France didn’t ask much from us: only that we were prepared with several copies of our ‘fiche’. A fiche is simply a copy of all sorts of basic identification information, detailing everything from name and age to movie preferences and what your cousins do for a living. Along our trip we were expected to come across several military police checkpoints, and at each stop we would need to have one of these available.

They recommended we make 50 copies…. FIFTY!?? How were we ever planning on getting to Mali if we stopped every 20 minutes to hand over our ID. Wow!

We needed two days to hit the Mali border (and one more to make it to the capital city of Bamako). Short of a flat tire within the first two hours, day one was fairly uneventful. The Frenchmen were close with the number of police stops we would make. After the first day we had already handed out 17 photocopied fiches to the Mauritanian officials.

After an amazing stay with a local family sleeping under the stars we continued towards Mali early on day 2. The flat tire had cost us several hours the day before, and these guys needed to be across the border by today or they would risk missing their already booked flights back to France.

I swore there was a Burger King around here somewhere


Our second day was a blast. We enjoyed practicing our limited French with our driver Andre. We also spent a little time off-roading in some areas where the main road was flooded in sand. All in all, everyone was relaxed and in great spirits. One moment that will always stick with me is when Shawna, after we had stopped for a side-of-the-road bathroom break, came running back to the vehicle giggling to me that she had ‘just peed in Al-Qaeda territory’. We were just so incredibly out in the open, that if she was being spied on by one of the bad guys, they definitely would have spotted her white bottom.

We continued passing through the military checkpoints all day, and although this slowed us down we were more than happy that they were there for our safety. Dusk however was slowly coming in, and at about 6PM we were stopped at one particular checkpoint and told that we were not able to go any further and that we were to spend the night camped next to the military police. It was just not best to be on the road after dark, they told us.

This of course did not go over well for the rest of the guys who were on a really tight timeline to get to Bamako. They already new there would be an administrative nightmare waiting for them at the border (when you are bringing private vehicles across, this is apparently the way it is), and for them stopping was not an option. They were confident that if we sped it up that we would make it to Mali with a little light still left in the sky.

This gentleman would like to see some identification…


Our votes didn’t count for much, as we were just along for the ride. I am not sure that I actually would have preferred to stay in the middle of the desert with the police anyways, but regardless it was not really an option we had. The crew wanted to move forward, and reluctantly the military police let us drive on, telling us to be careful.

At this point, I admit I was probably as nervous as I had been on the entire trip. I knew that if these guys honestly believed there was a gigantic risk, we would not have moved on. Plus, there were five vehicles on the road, which is a lot of work for any bandit to pull over and the sun hadn’t completely set. As much as I told myself everything was a-okay, I was much less than comfortable.

We piled back in and sped away quickly, determined to make it. Looking in the back seat, I felt horrible as I realized Shawna was terrified. She had pulled her scarf over her head so it was covering most of her face as to make herself look as Mauritanian as possible (a policeman down the road actually thought she was!), but there was no disguising the fear.

Maybe this whole overland journey wasn’t turning out to be such a good idea after all.

We drove as fast as we could, our eyes locked on the horizon as the moon was becoming more prominent. We were headed for the border as fast as we could, but every time we hit maximum speed we came upon another checkpoint! In that last 60kms or so, I think we went through eight of them. And at one of them, the guard actually pulled Andre over for not wearing his seatbelt!

I couldn’t believe it – here we are driving like mad in the middle of nowhere, drenched in paranoia and trying to avoid everything bad the night might bring, and a cop pulls us over for a seatbelt?! But sure enough, Andre is asked to get out of the vehicle, and discuss the situation with the authorities for the next seven minutes (which at this point seemed like seven days). A meager five dollar bribe later and we were back on the road.

30kms to go….. 25kms… 20…. 15….

More than a little exhausted.


The sun had fully set and it was pitch black when we finally arrived, with a collective sigh of relief, at the small Mali-Mauritanian border crossing. We had made it!

A few hours later, after all the border business was finished we drove into the small Malian town where we would spend the night. We arrived late at night that there was no food available. However, even a normally very health conscious Shawna was completely fine with ‘beer for dinner’ after the day we just had.

We made it to Bamako, Mali the next day and said goodbye to our crew, putting an end to the most unique road trip I have taken.

We ended the trip so happy that we had met up with the caravan of guys who agreed to take us with them. We were extremely thankful for all the security checkpoints that we encountered along the way (we had only 11 of our 50 fiches left), as they were there for our safety, and we were over the moon that we were able to cross Mauritania without any trouble.

So if the opportunity arose, would I ever make this trek again? Hmmm, not sure about that one. But I’ll tell you one thing I am absolutely certain about.

I will always wear my seatbelt when driving in the desert.

Shawna and Team France!!!

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18 Responses to “A Travel Story We Probably Shouldn’t Tell Our Parents”

  1. Gillian @OneGiantStep August 10, 2012 at 2:03 am #

    Wow. Definitely not one for the parents! I, like Shawna, would have been shaking like a leaf. Good stories only get better with time, and telling, but often are sh*t inducing at the time! I’m glad you are safe.
    Gillian @OneGiantStep recently posted..Summer Reading

    • Shawna August 10, 2012 at 7:52 pm #

      Thanks Gillian – as are we!! It was kind of a freaky moment, but you are right…. months later, a fun story to retell…

  2. Erica August 10, 2012 at 5:21 pm #

    OH HELL NO.

    That is all.
    Erica recently posted..Hometown Tourism: Torchy’s Tacos

  3. Alouise August 13, 2012 at 11:49 pm #

    Wow that sounds like some “adventure.” I’d probably be skimming over the details if I was telling that story to my parents too.
    Alouise recently posted..Opening Thoughts on New Orleans

    • Skott August 15, 2012 at 3:15 am #

      Thanks Alouise! Yeah, it was probably best to stay quiet for awhile….

  4. Gina August 24, 2012 at 10:00 pm #

    Glad you made it safe and sound! That’s crazy you had to have 50 copies of your ID!
    Gina recently posted..That Time a Canoe Fell on Me

    • Skott August 25, 2012 at 2:25 am #

      Yes, at first we were thinking that it was ludicrous, but as it turned out to be for our safety we were okay with it!

  5. Travelling Bittie August 25, 2012 at 6:43 pm #

    Ha I love the concept of this post. I have a “do it first, tell her about it after” agreement with my mom. I’ll have to remember to buckle up in the desert!
    Travelling Bittie recently posted..My Midnight in Paris

    • Skott August 31, 2012 at 9:00 am #

      A seatbelt is a must… but a little bribe money wouldn’t hurt either!! :) Thanks for reading!

  6. Ayelet - All Colores September 8, 2012 at 7:22 pm #

    That does sound scary. I thought maybe Al-Qaeda ended up catching up with you two – glad that wasn’t the case! Great story though!
    Ayelet – All Colores recently posted..New Zealand Moment of the Week: Would You Vacation Here?

    • Shawna September 10, 2012 at 10:12 am #

      Thanks Ayelet – fortunately we were always one step ahead of those sneaky fellas!

  7. icoSnap September 19, 2012 at 6:40 pm #

    Hi! Wow – definitely not a story to tell in advance to mom and dad… you guys are quite brave, I would never have thought of visiting Mauritania, but thanks for the post it was very insightful. By the way, I’ve added you on my favorite links :)
    icoSnap recently posted..The Beautiful Brugges

    • Skott September 21, 2012 at 5:42 am #

      Thank you for adding us…. yes that is us blushing.

      Mauritania, and indeed the whole overland journey through West Africa was an unforgettable part of our journey… but I got to admit, I don’t know if I felt all that brave when everything was taking place… truthfully, if we ever would have thought the risk was going to be any higher than marginal we likely would not have made that journey. Thankfully, it did worked out!

  8. Vicky October 11, 2012 at 1:35 pm #

    Wow this post seriously terrified me as I was reading along! So glad you guys are ok and that you posted this well after this occurred! I’m sure your parents were extremely worried reading through this!
    Vicky recently posted..Getting Off The Beaten Path And Hiking In Busan

    • Skott October 11, 2012 at 3:25 pm #

      Well, I am glad we had you on the edge of your seat!!! Thanks for reading, Vicky!

  9. Melanie November 23, 2012 at 4:51 pm #

    Great story! I couldn’t resist clicking when I read the title. I had my breath held until you made it safely through!
    Melanie recently posted..Are You Still Confused About Applying for a Passport? Your Questions Answered Here…

    • Skott November 23, 2012 at 8:27 pm #

      Glad the title hooked you Melanie! Thanks for reading!

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  1. Interview Series: Skott and Shawna From GetUpAndGlobe - August 20, 2012

    [...] Most dangerous would probably be our time crossing through Mauritania and the security police asked our caravan to camp for the night with them as they felt their were may be some troublesome characters in the area. We went ahead anyways, but it was a very nerve-wracking drive. We had a lot of fun telling this story… it is actually our newest post: A Travel Story We Probably Shouldn’t Share With Our Parents [...]

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