The kite and windsurf camps strung along the lagoon shore south of town are effectively the bar scene in Dakhla. Most serve cold beer and local wine to their guests in the evenings, and the atmosphere at sundown — kites being rolled up, the last riders coming in off the water, the trade wind dropping to a breeze — is about as relaxed as remote desert travel gets.
Non-guests can usually get a drink by asking at the bar; there is rarely a strict door policy. The camps vary in size and formality, ranging from large resort-style operations to smaller family-run spots. The smaller ones tend to have more character. Evenings are social by default: everyone has been doing the same thing all day and wants to compare notes.