After much debate, we decided the beautiful country of Mauritania would be next on the list. As with many places, a visa is required for entry. We had read that there was an embassy located in Tunis, but finding that embassy would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. To this day, it still eludes us.
The internet, American and French embassy officials, postmen, cab drivers, multiple policemen, and every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the street, provided conflicting information. All of which was wrong, mind you. We burned hours getting screwed by our taxi driver and roaming the streets while on this wild goose chase.
As usual, Plan B quickly become A. We admitted defeat and decided flying to Casablanca, Morocco would make the most sense. From there we could take the train to Rabat and receive visas within 24 hours, making our stop in Morocco quick and easy. Well… as we were about to board our train to Rabat it dawned on us that it was in fact Saturday, and we would have to wait until Monday for the embassy to open, which means we rushed without reason. Awesome.
We tried to make ourselves feel better by blaming it on the fact we’re void of jobs, adult responsibilities and set schedules. In the end, the real reason was obvious.
On the upside, the gentleman checking us in at the airport upgraded us to business class for no apparent reason. There’s always a silver lining, I suppose.
