Namib Naukluft Park

Namib Naukluft Park

30. September 2018 0 By
Second stop: The Namib Desert

After the small embar­rass­ment Mir­ko takes ano­ther pho­to tour at the sand cars. Obvious­ly a cou­ple of bro­ken down vehic­les that were not cle­ared away in the last 50 years. Then we con­ti­nue south and dri­ve along a very dus­ty road for quite a while until we arri­ve at Namib Nau­kluft Park.

On the way the­re the land­scape chan­ges from sav­an­nah to stone desert and it does­n’t take long until we see the first ani­mals at the roadsi­de. A who­le herd of Oryx ante­lo­pes even cros­ses the road and ever­yo­ne is very exci­ted. We even get quite clo­se wit­hout them run­ning away from us and to be honest I would have ima­gi­ned them to be much big­ger. Somehow small wiry ani­mals, simi­lar to a don­key, but with much pret­tier fur.

About 10 minu­tes later we pass a few small buf­fa­los or some­thing simi­lar. Mir­ko and Vero­ni­ca are sprin­ting out of the car to get the best pic­tu­re. I, on the other hand, have to keep the car rea­dy, in case the herd starts run­ning towards us. It’s unli­kely, but it’s pos­si­ble and I feel like I’m dri­ving the geta­way car after a bank robbery.

For­t­u­na­te­ly we all sur­vi­ve the encoun­ter unda­ma­ged and tra­vel deeper and deeper into the desert. When we final­ly arri­ve at the natio­nal park, we first have to buy our per­mit and then search for our lodge for a while. Mean­while it is at least 300 degrees, the sun burns ver­ti­cal­ly from the sky and if I did not know that I am still on earth, I would belie­ve I am on the moon. As far as the eye can see, you see not­hing but bould­ers and red earth and after about 20 minu­tes we see litt­le hou­ses stan­ding at the foot of a hill. That must be it, we are final­ly there.

Our lodge is very nice, with a view to the lunar land­scape. Mean­while it is roaring hot and we have to take a nap first.

Climbing the dunes with moderate success

We deci­de that we want to go to the Elim Dune for sun­set and set off in the late after­noon. Arri­ved the­re, all three of us are still quite con­fi­dent. Such a dune must be doable.

After about 500 meters it shows who is fit or not. Vero­ni­ca jumps ele­gant­ly upwards like a gazel­le, while Mir­ko and I are alre­a­dy show­ing signs of exhaus­ti­on. If you climb up a dune, then you always take rather small steps and then you slide back at least a three-quar­ter step. 100 meters dune means 175 meters way!

After about 30 minu­tes Mir­ko and Vero­ni­ca are out of sight. Vero­ni­ca has pro­ba­b­ly alre­a­dy wal­ked up or direct­ly to Ango­la and Mir­ko pro­ba­b­ly col­lap­sed and needs medi­cal help. After alre­a­dy see­ing fatamorgana’s of cell pho­ne towers, I deci­de to take a lon­ger break. After about ano­ther 30 minu­tes Mir­ko is back in sight. He is so exhaus­ted that I think I have to order an ambu­lan­ce to the dune right away. Hop­eful­ly he has his health insu­rance card with him! But I am mista­ken. After a short break, he swit­ches back to com­bat mode and now hikes cross-coun­try with me in tow. No won­der, becau­se in the mean­ti­me I car­ry my back­pack and Mir­kos back­pack and the tri­pod, which has to be on the dune as well.

We climb hills and even more hills and I hope eager­ly that we will be up soon. What I did­n’t think about, of cour­se, is that we are in the desert and dune bor­ders dune, so you are never up! Theo­re­ti­cal­ly we could walk ano­ther 300 kilo­me­t­res in one direc­tion wit­hout ever rea­ching the top. We feel like we are exact­ly doing this! At a half­way good view­point I can stop Mir­ko and he takes his sun­set pictures.

I’m Ger­man, I have to fol­low rules

Unfort­u­na­te­ly I am a bit ner­vous, becau­se after sun­set you are not allo­wed to dri­ve in the park any­mo­re and a) we are still far away from the car, so if the des­cent takes only half as long as the ascent, then we will be at the hotel tomor­row mor­ning, ear­liest and I haven’t even cal­cu­la­ted how long the ambu­lan­ce takes to get Mir­ko down from the dune. b) I don’t have the fain­test idea whe­re Vero­ni­ca is and c) Mir­ko wants to take more pho­tos and does­n’t was­te a minu­te orga­ni­zing his own trans­port back. Pro­ba­b­ly we will spend the next 10 years in the Nami­bi­an jail.

For­t­u­na­te­ly we sud­den­ly have recep­ti­on on the dune and we can at least get in touch with Vero­ni­ca. To my hor­ror she is alre­a­dy on her way back and clo­se to the car. Unfort­u­na­te­ly I can’t even esti­ma­te whe­re we are in the Namib Desert and how long it will take us to get down.

So I send Mir­ko down the moun­tain under strong pro­test. 38 rela­ti­onship cri­ses and 3 sepa­ra­ti­ons later we final­ly arri­ve at the bot­tom and I am quite glad that we are not the last ones to get into the car.

As I will learn later, the Nami­bi­an dri­ving rules „Do not dri­ve befo­re sun­ri­se and after sun­set“ are only rough recom­men­da­ti­ons, like the traf­fic rules in Asia.

The­r­e­fo­re we and espe­ci­al­ly I arri­ve at the lodge com­ple­te­ly stres­sed. When the­re is no vege­ta­ri­an din­ner and my Oryx Steak is deli­ver­ed almost ali­ve, only the Nami­bi­an star­ry sky can make me hap­py. With a beer under the star­ry sky we see cars crui­sing through the park ever­y­whe­re and I can slow­ly relax.

Next: Dune 45