Tucked into the far southwest corner of Africa is Namibia, a recently formed nation. It is ‘way off’ the tourist map, and when Nancy and I talk about our adventures in Africa, and mention Namibia, most folks have never even heard of it.

Regular sized jet planes fly into its capitol, Windhoek, and from there, we hopped aboard a small 4-seater flying south to the Namib Desert, landing on a small airstrip between sand dunes, near Sossusvlei..   

The Namib is the oldest desert in the world, and the sand dunes of Sossusvlei are thought to be the highest. It is not their height, but their color that is so remarkable. More about that in a moment.

Our first day we left camp around 10AM, heading for the Namib Naukluft park, the largest conservation area in Africa. The terrain around us was so unusual: Huge sand dunes, interspersed with granite mountains, and flat plains stretching for miles. It gives you a pleasantly eerie feeling being here, because there isn’t anyplace like it on the planet.

After several hours’ drive, we reached the “end of the road”, at a place called Sossusvlei.

'Vlei' is the Afrikaans word for a shallow depression filled with water (in this case, a depression that might sometimes be filled with some water!).

As you can see, there isn’t much water here. In fact, this is all that is left after very heavy rains a couple of years ago. Under such conditions, the Tsauchab River, miles away from here, fills up and extends itself through age-old river beds to this point. Here, the large dunes surrounding the area block the water like a dam.

In a few weeks, all this water will have evaporated, and the depression, or “pan” as it is known here, will be bone dry until enough rainfall will allow it to fill again- whenever that might be. Not likely soon, as the average rainfall is less than 3/4 inch per year.

We had lunch under a tree here, and watched trekkers crossing the huge dunes around us. Their shadows made a most interesting “painting” across the landscape.

Not wheelchair friendly, this place, but worth the effort to get here.

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It takes only a few minutes to realize the best way to really see this vast area is from the air, and there is an enterprising fellow who has a hot air balloon business nearby. On our way back from Sossusvlei, we stopped by his place so he could see if it was possible to get Nancy into one of his balloons.

He thought so, and we arranged a ride with him, meeting him slightly before sunrise the following day.

Standing in the middle of half a dozen helpers, he personally loaded Nan aboard, then took over as pilot, lifting off so gently we were not aware we were airborne!  What an unbelievable view...

We landed after several hours of exhilarating flight. As is traditional, there was a champagne breakfast set up for us, the perfect ending to a perfect morning.

After breakfast and we were saying our ‘goodbyes’, Eric asked if we could come by his place later that afternoon, He told us he had a special treat for us, if we were not busy. We told him whatever it was, we enjoyed his company too much to let anything else get in the way. We arranged to meet again around 3PM.

When we returned to his place, he drove up to meet us in a shiny new Rhino, essentially a 4-person California dune buggy. We loaded Nan into the front seat and off we went, over the dunes,  for a personalized tour of the area.

We are city dwellers. Neither Nancy nor I had ever spent any time on sand dunes, much less whip up, over, and down them with a driver who was as happy as a child with a new toy at Christmas.  

At one point, Eric came up a very steep dune and parked his Rhino on the plateau at the top. He turned to us and told us that with the exception of his wife, sons, his in-laws, and perhaps a dozen others, he had brought no one else to this place.               

He considers it “Hallowed Ground”, and we were honored he though enough of us to bring us to it. He said he did so because we must be very special people to have the spirit, courage, and desire to venture so far from home, into such emptiness. If G_D chose to bring us here, Eric said, then he considered it his privilege to do whatever he could for us.

Namibia and he were remarkable encounters.