I met Leo, Zoe and Kristen, my fellow desert migrants in Windohoek, the capital of Namibia. We set out to find a rental car and a day later, we were off to the Namib Desert: the oldest and one of the most vast and spectacular sand patches in the world.
The worst part about having no cops, no lights, no speed limits? Dirt roads that keep you flying at 40 mph.
I’m somewhere between a guitar and a bongo drum. I’m serious about the bongo drum.
Driving in darkness, ditches, dirt roads and cows.
Dinner. I think it got a four star Michelin rating.
Ah. So this is where we pitched our tent.
Tune in folks for tomorrow’s episode of the journey north.