"To Move, To Breathe, To Fly, To Float, To Gain All While You Give.  To Roam The Roads of Lands Remote, To Travel Is To Live.”

-Hans Christian Andersen

09/19.  And so it began - unknowingly my last adventure with someone I loved and before the world as we know it changed with a virus …

  • an hour by ferry;
  • a rendezvous & fast drive to Logan;
  • 7.5 hour flight to Doha with an 8 hour layover to gaze upon world class museum architecture, to swim in a glorious hotel pool under the stairs; to wander a souk at night;
  • then, 11 hour flight to Windhoek, the capital of Namibia;
  • followed by a 6 hour drive into the night with a Mad Max 4x4 - armed with a map (unreliable GPS) and two spare tires - along sketchy roads towards a hotel - booked with some trepidation on line - where we could finally drop our bags. 

Le Mirage Desert Lodge, situated adjacent to Sossusvlei in the great Namibian desert, is aptly named … Appearing in the distance like some fantasy … A castle of sand and rock.  Yet, once through the impressive front gates, you know it’s real:  the thick walls, the cool floors under foot; our spacious room with its large windows open to the cool evening breeze; the lush garden courtyard and pool; the impressive nighttime quiet of the surrounding desert; and importantly - the efficient staff who kept the kitchen open for our late arrival; who answered all my questions; and made the experience truly welcoming.

If you can, put the Namib Desert on your bucket list … It may be the oldest desert in the world with spectacular dunes, some tall as 300 meters (980 feet).  Surely a world wonder … Especially when you make the effort to climb those dunes on foot and view them by balloon at sunrise. 

All photos above of Le Mirage Desert Lodge

Plank contest ... Tree stump in Deadvlei won - eventually.

Sunrise ballooning over Sossusvlei.
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