After breakfast with Steve in Noukchott I started North through the desert. The wind was fierce from the start and 90 degrees to the road. At least it was a steady constant wind not gusting.
The landscape is definitely shaped by the wind? I saw crescent shaped sand dunes, the type that creep across the landscape over many years.
But most of the riding was along roads like this so not very interesting
So I got bored and took a selfie
Then something happened that I don’t really want to relive in a blog but this a warts and all account. so…
A goat at the right side of the road suddenly panicked and ran into the road in front of me. I braked and swerved left the goat suddenly veered to its left as well. The right hand side of the bike and my right leg hit the goat. I managed to keep upright and stopped. Or at least tried to but could not find the right brake pedal. It was bent 180 degrees backward. I looked back and was convince the goat must be dead. Then it moved its head.
A car coming the other way also stopped. Fortunately it contained an off duty gendarm who took control. I went to sit with the goat for a while. It was awake and aware and seemed to enjoy me scratching its head; but it was obviously not going to survive. I felt sick not just from the state of the goat but because the shock of it suddenly caught up to me. I had to go sit quietly on my own. The goat herder had turned up with a knife and I did not want to watch the next bit.
The gendarm checked my papers and gave me the all clear. I gave the goat herder some money as I felt guilty even though I knew there was nothing I could have done to avoid it.
My brake pedal bent back into position with some brute force but will need welding at some stage because there is a crack in the existing weld.