I am sitting on the red dunes of the Namib Desert. The sand makes the landscape look fictional; like a world of two colors; dark orange and bright blue. The smooth sand hills were so peaceful and beautiful that I wanted to take it all in and just sit there and watch it.

One day earlier myself, Sanna and a Canadian man called Andrew left WHK in our rental car and went to Solitaire; a little village an hour's drive from Sossusvlei where we would go to see the Namib Desert. We stayed there over the night and left right before sunrise so we would get there before the heat was too unbearable. The sun rise over the sandy mountains and we left the car 5km before Sossusvlei. We could have taken a 4X4W truck, but decided to walk the distance. The sand made it difficult to walk, but I'm glad we did. It was so beautiful. We walked on a path on an underground river that made the green trees look like a cool contrast to the sand dunes on each side. It took us a bit more than an hour to reach our destination and there we had to walk up a sand dune. We walked up and beneath us was a cracked ground from a dried lake with black, dead trees. I walked a bit ahead so I could sit down and think and enjoy the silence. And I did until 50 Germans from a bus tour came and ruined the atmosphere. I walked back to Sanna and we decided to walk down the steep dune to get to the dried lake. It felt like walking on the moon. Sanna and I did some jumping pictures which I still find awesome although all travelers do them. That's why you can see that a lot of our pictures are on us trying to do a cool jump.

We took a truck back to the car as it was nearly 45oC now and had a nice well-deserved lunch in Sesriem. As we got back to the campsite we jumped straight into the pool. The reason why we had a pool there is because there are only resorts in this area, since it's a big tourism attraction. The resorts have campsites for normal people like us who still wants to see the dunes, but can't afford resorts.

We stayed another night there before we continued our journey to Swakopmund. That night was probably the coldest night I have ever experienced since we came to Africa. In the middle of the night I had to take my sleeping bag and towel to the bathroom as they had a heater there and sleep there instead. I felt like an alcoholic laying there with a towel as a pillow on the floor with my feet next to the toilet. I woke up around 6 and went back to the tent before the other campers would see me. There I realize that Sanna was gone. Apparently she spent the night in the toilet next to mine. As neither of us had gotten enough sleep we were lucky that Andrew drove the following day, so we could catch up on our sleep. Although we didn't sleep too much as the landscape was so stunningly beautiful.