The most problematic section of our trip was crossing borders from Morocco, Mauritania and to Senegal. The southern part of Morocco is a disputed territory of "Western Sahara" where a referendum to be independent or not is overdue and being monitored by an UN mission. Moroccan government is trying to control the area by sending lots of people to live there and is extremely sensitive with foreign journalists. There is a military presence.
We had a bathroom break in a city called Laayoune where the UN operation was (and is still) on-going. Until then it was not eventful. Shortly after this stop, a fist-fight broke up on the bus between Arab looking (Moroccan probably) bus driver and a guy who could be Saharawi (ethnic group native to this region which is trying to be independent.) They were both yelling quite emotionally and hitting each other on a narrow aisle on the bus right next to me. By then a kind Moroccan government official man gave me a seat so that I could sit next to M. FR. It was escalating and some by-standers on the bus were trying to break up the fight. We were getting nervous as we thought they could use weapons on the bus, which could involve other passengers. Mr. FR and I were ready to jump off the bus if it got worse. Finally police came and brought them out for questioning. It looked like it was resolved after a while and we thought we were ready to continue with our trip. Then the police started checking everyone's paper. They collected foreign passports (ours and there turned out to be Turkish guy also on board) and asked only M. FR to get off for "interrogation." I was nervously waiting. They apparently didn't like his job title of "consultant." They were asking if he was a journalist and if he worked with an "institution." Waiting seemed very long to me. The police chief guy was not so happy but M. FR managed with his small talk ability in French by being extremely friendly and polite to him.
We arrived at our destination of Dakhala in early morning around 4 and checked in a three star hotel.
We had a bathroom break in a city called Laayoune where the UN operation was (and is still) on-going. Until then it was not eventful. Shortly after this stop, a fist-fight broke up on the bus between Arab looking (Moroccan probably) bus driver and a guy who could be Saharawi (ethnic group native to this region which is trying to be independent.) They were both yelling quite emotionally and hitting each other on a narrow aisle on the bus right next to me. By then a kind Moroccan government official man gave me a seat so that I could sit next to M. FR. It was escalating and some by-standers on the bus were trying to break up the fight. We were getting nervous as we thought they could use weapons on the bus, which could involve other passengers. Mr. FR and I were ready to jump off the bus if it got worse. Finally police came and brought them out for questioning. It looked like it was resolved after a while and we thought we were ready to continue with our trip. Then the police started checking everyone's paper. They collected foreign passports (ours and there turned out to be Turkish guy also on board) and asked only M. FR to get off for "interrogation." I was nervously waiting. They apparently didn't like his job title of "consultant." They were asking if he was a journalist and if he worked with an "institution." Waiting seemed very long to me. The police chief guy was not so happy but M. FR managed with his small talk ability in French by being extremely friendly and polite to him.
We arrived at our destination of Dakhala in early morning around 4 and checked in a three star hotel.