2nd December 2006 - Namibia
Only our headlights disturbed the darkness as we drove quietly north into the heart of the Namibian Dunes. It was 4.30am and in less than an hour we would climb Dune #45 as dawn broke to await the sunrise. Now they appeared as dark timeless apparitions, cold and aloof, closing in all around us as the early morning moonlight mixed with the light of the coming day - the Cross and its pointers visible in the southern sky reminding us that we were moving daily closer to home.
As we reached the Dune top, its razor sharp ridge, molded by the wind, snaked out into the distance, the rising sun sparkling on its red westerly face while the east side remained shadowed by the passing face of night. Below us the dunes to our west sprung now into lights - playing bold reds and gold's against the blue morning sky. All moving quickly through a pallet of changing colours as the hills saluted the morn.
Sometimes the most simple of Mother Nature's mods can far exceed the complexities of our best efforts to impress - don't you think?
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