The morning awakens in Namibia. A bit too early for my liking, but Thimo our tour guide still has a lot to do with us. The journey takes us from Swakopmund on the Atlantic to the Etosha National Park.
In a good mood I get off the plane from Johannesburg to Windhoek, walk over the runway and reach the terminal. I'm already expected in the terminal, I hope.
The lifeless glow of the Namib deceives. If you immerse yourself in the dunes of the world's oldest desert, you will discover witty dwarf puffoons, hissing chameleons and upside-down beetles.
Portraits from Namibia. Some asked for money, others for food or water. Most just laughed at the camera.
Namibia rocks! And that's exactly what I'm writing. Because Namibia dances with not a few breathtaking rocky landscapes. Quite apart from the gigantic Fish River Canyon in the south of the country, which, only on the edge, as a little brother of the Grand Canyon applies, there are a few more mountains that are worth exploring.
There are a few things I did not know about Namibia. Everything started with the left traffic. Left-hand traffic in a former German colony? Jap, because Namibia was placed under South African mandate after the First World War. By the way, that lasted until 1990. Only with the independence Namibia received its today's name. Before that, it was simply Southwest Africa.
At the top of northwestern Namibia there is nothing, no electricity, no roads, no places, no gas stations and no border posts - if you want to go to the neighboring country, just row over. A wasteland? No, a magical place in the middle of nowhere.
"In the east the sun rises, in the south is its noon run, in the west it goes down, in the north it is never to be seen."
It's crazy that this motto is just not right here.
Hot desert wind sweeps the sand in front of him. Get trapped in the shed, the gutted Wilhelminian mansions, the workers' houses. He crawls down the long corridor of the hospital, into the waiting room. A gust pushes up a blind window. It's over.