After our drive from Swakopmund - with its desert scenery, flowing rivers, big skies, Solitaire lunch and Sesriem arrival - we dusted ourselves off (literally), grabbed a few cool drinks and headed southwest further into the Namib-Naukluft National Park. We drove into Sossuvlei and I marvelled as the dunes just kept getting bigger.
We didn't drive down to the end of the road as we decided to stop at Dune 49, so named as it's 49 km from the park entrance at Sesriem. It is also one that you are authorised to climb.
And so we did.
You can't see how hot it was: but it was hard work walking on mobile, hot sand under the strong sun (still scorching despite on its way down).
We sat near the top on the ridge. I was paranoid that my sandals (which I'd removed) were going to skittle off down the slope - not the mention me tumbling after it. I tried to wedge myself as much as possible into a pile of sand and watched a rainbow appear.
As the sun sets the dunes turn a magnificent red.
Before it got too dark we headed back down. Martin looks as if he's just on his way home from Spar.
I don't.
Amazing.
Farewell Monday.
We didn't drive down to the end of the road as we decided to stop at Dune 49, so named as it's 49 km from the park entrance at Sesriem. It is also one that you are authorised to climb.
And so we did.
You can't see how hot it was: but it was hard work walking on mobile, hot sand under the strong sun (still scorching despite on its way down).
We sat near the top on the ridge. I was paranoid that my sandals (which I'd removed) were going to skittle off down the slope - not the mention me tumbling after it. I tried to wedge myself as much as possible into a pile of sand and watched a rainbow appear.
As the sun sets the dunes turn a magnificent red.
Before it got too dark we headed back down. Martin looks as if he's just on his way home from Spar.
I don't.
Amazing.
Farewell Monday.
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