Camping in the vast emptiness of the Namib Dessert under a camelthorn tree and the great glittering arc of the Milky Way, we saw so many shooting stars that we ran out of wishes. We didn’t realise how easily Bow Wow could have been cheetah, spotted hyena or leopard padkos! Having successfully smuggled our stowaway in to the soaring sand dune sea of Sossusvlei, we then pushed on to Windhoek via the Gemütlichkeit of Swakompmund.
Trunky checking out the Tiras Mountains as we approached...
Namtib Reserve! With its vast open plains and absolute silence it has to be one of the most cinematic places that we have ever camped.
Artefacts of the San people (Bushmen) found under this large camelthorn tree reveal that they must have rested here during hunts. Although probably not with a beer like us.
Save up all your wishes for Namibia. We were blissfully unaware that as we counted shooting stars, all predators except lion surrounded us.
If we had known, Bow Wow (a.k.a. Leopard-Bait) would have slept in the car but fortunately he survived to tell the tale.
Farewell, Sir Arthur! Namtib's resident Landy.
With a pink sky rising over the desert, we made for the sand dune sea of Sossusvlei. How spectacular to experience this ancient, arid landscape in a hot air balloon!
Even though our feet remained firmly on the ground, we felt as though we were floating like the blue mountains up ahead.
We arrived just in time to watch the new day breaking over the great crests of sand.
These are dynamic, shape shifting dunes.
Newly sculpted daily, ever changing with the wind and light.
Sossusvlei developed over millions of years...
and is one of the oldest and driest ecosystems on earth.
People hiking across the dunes looked like little ants.
We left in a sand storm feeling thoroughly ex-foliated.
Stocking up on padkos (road food) at a farm stall along the way...
we spotted these burnt out cars from an old desert rally.
Swakopmund is said to be more German than Germany...
and, honestly, we kept forgetting that we were in Namibia.
Amidst the hypnotic whir of the laundrette in Swakopmund, Bow Wow hoped we wouldn't notice he had chosen to curl up and snooze on our washing. "If I can't see them, they won't see me." he reasoned.
Lucie wearing one of the shell headbands that we had made in Tofo, Mozambique and that will soon be available to buy online at www.vagabondvan.com.
Bow Wow didn't seem to mind being mobbed by groupies in Windhoek. It's a dogs life.