Advertised as advertised pirates: A cross of warm and a skull. Well presented one of the least natural parks in Africa. The coast of Namibia does not want intruders because nature pound their own battle of sand and water.
The winds drag the dunes to the beaches and the tides push the ships to the coast. There are no truces or transitions. Nothing survives here. Is the beauty of death or nothing. On the coast of the skeletons all are passing.
The winds drag the dunes to the beaches and the tides push the ships to the coast.
The magic of the invisible wrapped us, the legends. There are semi -fled pests in the lost bays of Namibia and it is also possible to see desert lions, Skewing next to the waves. Here everything is strange, As in a dream that has not just fit with anything. A park's guard told us that it is also possible to see desert elephants, Wandering creatures that do not admit visits in their territory. They are aggressive and defend more than anything their own loneliness.
I had the impression that this place is a punishment. Many men have died wrecking on the beaches, Without a place to go, Without a town to ask for help. The lost seals are also shipwrecked, and whales, and the unstressed ships. The beach is the end of the road, where the bodies of marine species and rodents of the desert converge. After, Only their bones remember that they passed there. For many, The Namibio coast has become a trap, one last ambush of which there is no possible way out.
The Namibio coast has become a trap, one last ambush of which there is no possible way out.
Today, A road crosses this place, But we barely saw anything. The heat drives the orix and the zebras that hide in knowing what corner of the desert. But when the sun rises, The road is filled with animals. They appear as souls in sorrow, In a place that is empty during the day and dark during the night.
We spend the whole night stopping with each flash of eyes on the road, With the impact of walking stripes and the emotion of seeing, maybe, One of those rare elephants, Penitent of Africa.
Dawn surprised us far from there, In the territory of the Himbas, Where man makes sense to landscapes.
