Finally perched on top of Dune 35, we waited in patient solitude for what we had woken up so bloody early for: the rise of the sun over the Namib desert.
The dreamy egg yolk of the sun’s head appeared behind the mountains of sand in the distant horizon.
We continued exploring along the spine of the dune.
A dreamlike landscape, with hazy skies dancing in light blue and light pink hues, among the vividly red dunes and sand patches of desert in the valley.
The rising sun to one horizon and the the full moon 180 degrees over the other horizon.
A timeless, shifting place, where the juxtaposition of extreme heat and extreme cold exist with eternal sand that moves and changes with the passage of time.