After setting up camp in Sesriem , I tried to organise a trip into the dunes for sunrise and then onto Sossusvlei , as the park would not allow the scooter in . What I had not realised is, is that you have to stay in the Sesriem Park campsite so you can leave earlier to catch the sunrise. All other people are only allowed into the park at sunrise. The campsite I was in fell into this category , which would mean I would only get to the dunes way after sunrise .
I met Antonio from Portugal , who was staying in the camp and he managed to organise me a lift at five a.m to catch the sun. I was up at fourish, took the walk to the park gate and by five was sitting in an over lander truck surrounded by a tour group of German cyclists on my way to dune 45…so named because it is 45km away .
The climb up is heavy going in the soft sand. The dune takes your breath away twice – once with the climb and then again when you sit atop watching the red ball of fire climb to take its place in the sky.
It is magical. The soft sand all around you , the early morning chill , the changing colours and the vastness as you sit high up looking down at what seems to be a lifeless land just filled with colour.
On the way down the side of the dune , I spotted this made from stones far below me. What a sign.
Here I left my overland lift and hitchhiked down to Sossuvlei about 20 km away. I got a lift from a American couple , Steven and Nica and spent the rest of my time in the desert with them. Guys, thanks for the lift and great company.
From here it was back to Sesriem to pack up camp and head for Solitaire almost 90 k m away. I left feeling anxious about the condition of the roads and I was not disappointed. Three hours later I rolled into town for a good rest before I take on the big ride to Swakop tomorrow .
I bumped into Steven , Nica and Antonio all taking a rest , so had we cake and coffee , said our goodbyes and here I am on the blog waiting for the restaurant to open for dinner and then off to bed.
Until next time