We were promised wild on the Skeleton Coast. The Atlantic was a mill pond when we arrived but we awoke in our roof-top tent to cloying fog thick with sand and salt.
The sea mist gave way to ferocious winds, explaining the shipwrecks strung along this coastline where dunes meet the surf.
The sea mist gave way to ferocious winds, explaining the shipwrecks strung along this coastline where dunes meet the surf.
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