Sitting on top of the world's biggest sand dune we agreed that this was one of the best days of our travel lives. And it wasn't yet 9 am.
An alarm clock error put us well ahead of the tour buses in a pre-dawn dash to Sossusvlei. Our reward was to have the Namib desert to ourselves as the warm morning light crept up.
We were fascinated by these enormous dunes of fine grains of sand, shaped by the wind and shifting before our eyes. Fragile, surreal and gruelling to climb. We huffed and puffed to the top of Big Daddy, barefoot until our soles burnt.
From the beachy peak we looked out over sandy contours to the horizon in every direction.
Giggling all the way back down as we found the new pastime of sand skiing an awful lot quicker and easier. At the bottom, Deadvlei, a bleached salt pan forested by bare trees. This was a proper cinematic dreamscape and we pinched ourselves in disbelief.
As the softer light of afternoon came around we geared up for the 4x4 drive through the sand to take us back to camp.
An alarm clock error put us well ahead of the tour buses in a pre-dawn dash to Sossusvlei. Our reward was to have the Namib desert to ourselves as the warm morning light crept up.
We were fascinated by these enormous dunes of fine grains of sand, shaped by the wind and shifting before our eyes. Fragile, surreal and gruelling to climb. We huffed and puffed to the top of Big Daddy, barefoot until our soles burnt.
From the beachy peak we looked out over sandy contours to the horizon in every direction.
Giggling all the way back down as we found the new pastime of sand skiing an awful lot quicker and easier. At the bottom, Deadvlei, a bleached salt pan forested by bare trees. This was a proper cinematic dreamscape and we pinched ourselves in disbelief.
As the softer light of afternoon came around we geared up for the 4x4 drive through the sand to take us back to camp.
Cheesy old feet Phil!
ReplyDeletelots of love Emmie!