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Namibia
Fly to Windhoek, rent a 4x4, and drive the gravel highways south — the emptiness is the attraction.
A Bavarian-looking guesthouse wedged between the Atlantic fog and the dunes.
A German colonial town marooned on the Skeleton Coast's southern edge, wild horses in the desert, oyster beds in freezing currents, and Kolmanskop — a diamond boomtown being swallowed whole by sand.
Kolmanskop at first light, when the dunes pouring through the doorways glow orange and you have the ghost town alone.
April to October
Moro — good morning, in Namibian German-inflected slang.
The Sheltering Desert by Henno Martin — two geologists hiding in the Namib through WWII.
Fish River Canyon, a half-day south — Africa's largest canyon, hiked by almost nobody.
Distances between fuel stops are serious — fill up at every opportunity and carry water.