We spent our afternoon, after the dune climb, in the heart of the Namib Desert. There we were warned that we could take off a few layers, as the temperatures would rise as soon as the sun was fully up. I didn’t believe how I could possibly get any warmer, as I don’t remember ever being as could as I was that day, so I didn’t listen and kept my layers on.
Even as we started our walk through the desert, I was so cold, our leader, Caesar, gave me his jacket. We admired the plants and the little wildlife there was, a tiny lizard our guide found in a bush.
I’m not a huge fan flora, so I kind of tuned him out and took in the scenery. First, just the sand dunes, all of us hoping he wouldn’t dare ask us to climb another one this morning.
Then, as we had been warned, the temperatures rose quick quickly. I was hot, and many of us were completely exhausted. So, some of the group members continued on to the dead trees, while I stripped down and made my own little bed with some of the crew.
But, I had seen pictures of the Dead Vlei and knew I’d regret not having seen them with my own eyes. I convinced Jade to come along with me, our guide Caesar came too, and we took the cameras of those we left behind.
It was only a short distance uphill on the sand, something I knew I hated, but the views themselves were, as usual, well-worth the hike. As with many of the sights in Namibia, it felt like we were in another world. We took a few pictures and took in the scenery before collecting the others and leaving the desert.
It was one of the most interesting sights I saw in all of Africa, and even though I dreaded the experience, I’m glad I pushed myself to just go do it. Sometimes the threat of regret is all we need.