Western Sahara is a barren strip of land in the western part of Africa. It was part of the Spanish colonial empire until 1975 and it is now under the jurisdiction of Morocco, even though there are independence claims from Polisario, who represents the autochthonous Saharawi population.
Western Sahara is an improbable destination if you are not a kite-surfer, but the magic and the history of Villa Cisneros (now Dakhlia) and the Sahara desert convinced me to check it out. The desert is overwhelming, the wind powerful, the people welcoming and friendly and, if know any of the basic languages (English, French, Spanish), it is easy to get by.
Dakhlia is the typical North African city with colorful building, millions of unfinished project, glaring sun, stray dogs, and plastic garbage floating around the streets. But you can use it as a base to do excursions up the peninsula to the lagoon and down to Tropic of Cancer.
My favorite spots are the White Dunes, an agglomeration of white and red rocks and fine sands near the end of the Daklia lagoon, the Oum el Bouir beach, where you can see the sunset at the Hacienda bar and restaurant, the enormous tea pot stone statue in the center, the Moroccan whiskey (wiz., the ubiquitous mint tea) and the Tahla Mar restaurant. Here you get a nice view of the lagoon, take a swim if you like, but more than anything you can have fresh oysters at a ridiculous prices (for 12 large ones about 5 euros).
But I think the best experience is just talk with locals and people in the streets. They will politely approach you and go out of their way to help. If you like a restaurant, go back there. They will treat you like a king when you return and will make you feel like you have never felt before.