Sossusvlei Sand Dunes National Park
Getting up at 04:01 to meet a German family at 04:30 is unpleasant. Wait, let me reword that. Getting up at 04:01 is unpleasant. The German family was great!
They…Christian, his wife Steffani, and six-year-old, Konstantin, from Dortmund…came into my life last night while I was having dinner at the lodge. They were at the next table over and I asked them if they were going to the Sossusvlei in the morning. I needed a ride and I assumed any tourists at the lodge were on their way to or from the Sossusvlei sand dunes. My assumption was right! They said they were going to Sossusvlei in the morning. Perfect. I asked them if they had room for a poor backpacker. Christian got a little awkward and gently told me that they only had room for the three of them to sleep. I told him that I was not inquiring to sleep in their room, but rather to catch a ride with them in the morning.
Oh! Oh, yea, they were cool with that and welcomed me to ride with them. However, the highlight for sure was that I think I could have probably talked them into letting me sleep in their room for the night. That makes me laugh. Germans are always great people, post 1945.*
(*I had to put that in there because it was far too difficult to not make that joke.)
And true to German stereotypes, I was to meet them at 04:30 and of course they were ready to go by 04:29. I love their culture. Steffani and Konstantin gave me the front passenger seat in the car. So nice. They said they had lunches made and that they would share theirs with me. And, they had a beer for me for later in the day. I freaking love Germans.
We started on the drive through the dark towards the Sossusvlei sand dunes. Christian told me that when he lived in southern Africa about 10 years ago there were Europeans who came in to educate the locals about safe sex. They were teaching the people how to use condoms and for an example, they used a broomstick that they rolled the condom down to demonstrate usage. Later, when the Europeans returned after some weeks and visited people’s houses, all of the houses had a broomstick with a condom rolled down it. Apparently there was some misinterpretation between education and witchcraft…
The Germans and I arrived in Sossusvlei just after 06:00 and there were cars lined up to get in the gate. The sun was coming up in the east. The colors of the sand dunes, the oldest in the world, as we drove west were unbelievable beautiful.
The dunes are swirls of red and grey sand together that resemble a marble cake your grandmother probably made for one of your birthdays before you became a teenager who thought they were too cool for grandma cake…
It cost us 130 Namibian dollars each to get each of us into a jeep that drove through the sand for about three kilometers to the Deadvlei (Dead Valley), a strange grey colored pan of dead trees in the middle of the vibrant red sand. It stands out as something that seems completely misplaced by nature, surrounded by the unbelievable hot red sand.
Photos. Beauty. Drive out of the park.
Christian, Steffani, and Konstantin dropped me off with goodbyes at the entrance gate of the Sossusvlei sand dunes where I hung out for the afternoon to try to find a ride out of the very secluded area of Namibia. I was chatting with Willam, the local man running the gate. He did not want to like me at first, but I hung around long enough that eventually completely I won him over. He even started asking cars coming through the gate where they were headed to in an attempt to find me a ride and it did not seem like he was just trying to get rid of me.
When no ride was going my way, I realized that I was going to have to end up sleeping at the Sesriem Campground, but I was going to have to rent a tent for 250 Namibian dollars and then spend another 180 Namibian on the campsite itself; far too expensive. So, Willam decided to offer me a mattress in the living room of his house and I could sleep there instead. Right on!
So, at 18:00 I walked with Willam to his government house that he shares with two other guys working in the park. He started to make dinner. I told him not to make anything for me. He said, “Ah, we are cooking. We not have women, so we are cooking ourselves.” A wonderful meal was prepared for the household, which I had become a part of for the night.
Not only that, but Willam had found out that a co-worker was driving to a town called Mariental, which is along the highway where I am trying to get to, and he arranged a ride for me in the morning…
It is crazy where I have been getting to stay lately. I just have this innate confidence that my charm is going to get me whatever I want and whatever I need. I have really been relying on that. Maybe that is foolish, but it has been incredibly effective in bringing wonderful people into my life that take care of me.