Slept well (no Muezzin), had a lazy start and breakfast of OJ, coffee, pain au chocolat, french bread and jam, so on to fettling for everyone.Our light problem was annoyingly harder than necessary, as none of our spare bulbs were relevant. Also our voltmeter ran out of battery (a type of which we carry no spare). I Araldited together the broken indicator bulb, while Charles repaired the mounting with lockwire: Regarding the throttle we couldn't find any sticking points in the linkages, so concluded a sticky butterfly. I Rainexed the windscreen, making the wipers superfluous.
News from the north: Rosie, the chef, is en route by public transport to be passenger with Jonny, while we carry her luggage. The trailer with the camp kitchen is still with the broken landrover, so she won't be able to cook. Landrover - no diagnosis yet.
Walked on the beach with the Halls, and good salad lunch in the same restaurant as last night: It was packed - obviously a popular venue for Sunday lunch. We ate watched by very sleek cats lurking on the windowsills and eyeing up our fish.
Charles went for an afternoon run; on the beach in his boots, and Rosie arrived late afternoon - Scottish, twenty five; tall and very blonde. A big hit with the men particularly. She set to work as our substitute tour guide, getting Mauritania visa forms from the hotel, which we filled in and assembled packs each including; passport and two copies, 4 passport photos and 20 Euros. Rosie to go to Embassy first thing for visas - accompanied by Jonny, who forgot to bring photos.
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