The chanting of the lions
10 hours packed like a sardine in a mini-van, along a boring sealed road, was what it took to undo a 12-day bicycle ride through brutal roads.
The sublime beauty of desolation
After the rough crossing of the Namib, I took a week off in Windhoek to recover my strength, to eat very well, to braai (barbacue) every night with very good friends, and most importantly
Enjoy the silence
Throughout my years as a traveler, I have discovered, especially since I began to travel by bicycle, that the essence of a country and a culture lies in that delicate transition that occurs between its the renowned points of interest.
By the time I arrived at Vioolsdrif, the South African border post, all the landscape and atmospheric phenomena around me had been transformed; an extra-planetary sunset indicated my course: Namibia