Every feature breath-takingly beautiful. On the one side, the vast blue ocean, with her crashing waves, roaring tides, bellowing winds. On the other, in equal extensiveness, the Namib desert. Her golden hues (from constant kissing from the sun) roll on for miles and miles, to where my eye cannot behold. Unlike the ocean, she is still. The only disturbance, my feet digging into her, once out, she is restored to her unperturbed state, with only footprints to show. And tomorrow, they will be no more.
Dunes carefully carved out by the craftsman. Perfect height, shape and size. Strong enough to bear a tonne of growling metal, but delicate enough to be blown by the slightest breathy breeze. I can count 12, how many are they really? 30? 97?
I know not what lies within the mix of blue and gold, I wish I did.
THERE’S ONLY ONE MORE PART TO MY NAMIBIA SERIES. I’LL PUT IT UP SOON ENOUGH. MY STAY HERE HAS COME TO AN END. 😦