When I crossed last time there was no treaffic; and for once I felt a little lost and veered to the right. Mounted a hill and saw the Mauri post further inland.
There are people camping in the nomansland, sometimes for weeks. Some of them are (car) dealers mostly European, awaiting the Mauri douane to soften up and let them in.
As I approached the Mauri post, there was a wildeyed white man hailing me to stop; I went on and he was mad because I didn't stop, but I had no desire to talk with him.
Later I heard he was actually Swedish, and had 'lost it' between the border posts where he may remain for a long while.
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