Namibia is a land of sheer nothingness. A land so empty and forlorn, so desolate and brutal. It is land elemental. An area where nothing
flourishes; everything, man, beast, even the withered welwitschia, struggles simply to survive. But Namibia, in all of her savage
ambivalence, is one of the most uncompromisingly beautiful places
on Earth.
It is easy to forget that you are human in Namibia. The vast
Namib sky renders your sense of humanistic self-importance impotent.
The red dunes of Sossusvlei remind you just how tenuous our existence
on this earth is. That to the desert we are no more important
than the oryx. And the Himba's of the north inspire a primitive
upwelling in our soul, an instinctual feeling drawing us inexplicably
to the African plain from where our ancestors arose.
Namibia is a country not to be missed. The emptiness is staggering, its austere bareness haunting. Namibia, more than any other country, rejuvenates the soul. You may arrive expecting nothing but a desert, but you will leave possessed. Possessed by the immensity of Namibia.
Possessed by the beauty of Namibia, and possessed by a heart-wrenching
desire to return to this land of shifting sand, haunted forever
by the cool caressing breeze that wafts over the desert, prodded
incessantly forward by the relentless waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Africa