I started traveling because of surfing. It has led me to some incredible places and outrageous experiences. Western Sahara is one of them, and throughout the month-long trip remained almost entirely on the outrageous end of the spectrum.
We began the trip in Portugal with plans to punch straight through Spain and Morocco to the bottom of Western Sahara and then slowly make our way back up and into Europe. With little but small towns spaced far apart and endless coastline to explore we figured it would be a pretty smooth ride. It didn't really turn out that way.
The first thing you notice crossing into Western Sahara is the police check points coming in and exiting every single town, as well as just randomly placed along the road wherever they see fit. There’s that, and the unrelenting landscape.