Final (inshallah) day of the Sahara tour. Long road to the capital.
In the morning, the guide unexpectedly asked in detail how we slept and how dinner went. It turned out that the shelter in Noise is his family business. The place was bought because there were no other accommodations in Shum, and taking tourists to Atar after the night train was too far.
From Noise to the Ben-Amer monolith is not so much far as roadless. First, along the gray desert "frost", then along the yellow dunes. We met an empty train from Nouadhibou to Zouerate, it flew past us in 2.5 minutes. From a distance, the monolith looks like a baby elephant. Ben Amera is considered the second largest monolith in the world. 630 meters high, you can walk around in an hour. And again an interesting place. It would seem, an ordinary pebble, just a little more than the rest. I hugged him, all 630 meters, rolled on a smooth side. If I felt even a little energy, I would say that peace emanates from the stone. In this place you can, and in a good way you need to spend the night.
Near Ben Amera you can see petroglyphs. Not historical, quite a fresh French remake. Ben Amera is a male given name. Opposite it there is a smaller monolith in the form of a woman's breast (although after a week in Africa everything resembles a woman's breast) and with the female name Ben-Aisha. French artists created several petroglyphs around this monolith. On the reverse side, the monolith does not have the shape of a breast, but also clearly a female organ. Looking into its depths, I found my pebble.
The road from Ben Amer to Nouakchott with stops for snacks and prayer took 10 hours. The Sahara stage of the journey ended there. What will be the next stage will determine tomorrow. For a five day trip, the guide printed out 35 pages of our passport details. And then they wonder why there are few trees in the desert.