Downhillrun at Sossusflei

Downhillrun at Sossusflei

30. September 2018 0 By

Then we want to go deeper into the Namib Desert to Sos­sus­v­lei and some more dunes, whe­re a lake is for­med in the midd­le when it rains. Here we will need our four-wheel dri­ve for the first time, becau­se ins­tead of taking a shut­tle jeep like the tou­rists, we pre­fer to dri­ve through the deep sand our­sel­ves and have a litt­le desert ral­ly. Lucki­ly Vero­ni­ca has read before­hand what to con­sider when dri­ving on sand. First, never stop in the deep sand, rather dri­ve the die­sel at full speed in the first gear through the hills and second­ly always ori­en­ta­te at the track groo­ves of the per­son in front.

That works sur­pri­sin­gly well and is a lot of fun. We are sooo cool, we could par­ti­ci­pa­te direct­ly in the Ral­ly Dakar. When we reach Sus­sous­v­lei we deci­de to go for ano­ther hike through the dunes. But actual­ly only becau­se we want to slide down again later on the flank of the dune. With some breaks and some team­work it works quite well and this time we arri­ve all 3 tog­e­ther and wit­hout ambu­lan­ce thoughts at the top. The hikers who are ahead of us are twice as old as we are, by the way. Not a good sign for our fitness!

The view from up here is ama­zing. Ever­y­thing seems so sur­re­al, the oran­ge dunes and the steel blue sky, like a pain­ted post­card. If I did­n’t have the fee­ling that the desert sun would soon burn ever­y­thing inclu­ding mys­elf, then I could sit here fore­ver. When the water gets scar­ce and belie­ve me, water gets scar­ce in a desert quite fast, we set off on the way down. Run­ning down at the side of the dune is a lot of fun and Mir­ko is in top form again. A young Spring­bok could­n’t have jum­ped down the dune bet­ter! After that we have a rather long way ahead of us, becau­se we want to con­ti­nue to Swa­kop­mund to the coast and we cer­tain­ly have a 5 hour dri­ve remaining.

The dri­ve seems end­less, over gra­vel road and again gra­vel road we go back to Soli­tä­re, from the­re we cross two pass roads, which are sceni­cal­ly total­ly spec­ta­cu­lar. If I was still on the moon in the Namib desert, one could easi­ly think you are on Mars. Huge dark brown stone can­yons pile up right and left bes­i­de us and for at least 200 kilo­me­t­res the­re is not­hing but one sin­gle lodge, the Ros­tock Riz.

On the who­le way the­re are only 3 cars approa­ching us and one is on the left side and has a flat tire. For­t­u­na­te­ly they don’t need any help and we don’t have to get out at 300 degrees. We will pro­ba­b­ly have a flat tire soon enough.

We con­ti­nue through the desert and dri­ve a hundred kilo­me­t­res through a flat stone desert, no tree, no bend, no not­hing at all. We dri­ve a hundred kilo­me­t­res through a flat stone desert, no tree, no bend, no not­hing at all. Only straight ahead and always straight ahead. That is so tiring for me Sud­den­ly two stran­ge black dots appear on the hori­zon and we guess on some ani­mals, ost­ri­ches for exam­p­le, we have alre­a­dy seen them from a distance. As we get clo­ser, we can hard­ly belie­ve our eyes. The­re are real­ly two tou­rists with a bicy­cle on the way. So if they’­re not total­ly cra­zy, then who is? They pro­ba­b­ly have 200 kilo­me­t­res of desert ahead of them befo­re they reach the next lodge. Hop­eful­ly they have enough water with them!

What is also stran­ge is that you can see a kind of stone pile at the roadsi­de. My guess is that it is some kind of spi­ri­tu­al thing. As I will learn later, they are mar­kings but wit­hout a deeper mea­ning. Peo­p­le mark whe­re, for exam­p­le, the­re was an acci­dent or whe­re they hid their dia­monds or whe­re they might have found some­thing. Good to know, on the next desert trip we will search every stone heap for diamonds.

Next: Sou­ve­nirs in Swa­kop­mund (coming soon)