It’s just past dawn and as the sun begins its arc, the Namib Desert sand dunes turn from tinted pink to deep orange. The contrast between the cloudless blue sky and the dune's edge becomes a clear line in starkness. In this early morning, there's a narrow window of time until the angle of the sun and the heat of the desert strip away the crispness and the vibrance in one of the world's oldest deserts.
On the edge of that window, we arrive at Big Daddy Dune. We scramble up its side, following the deepening footsteps of others who've come before us. The sand beneath our feet originates from the Kalahari and dates to more than 50 million years ago. In its timelessness, it's so fine that we sink down, back and in as we trace the dune’s edge. From a distance or up close, we are mere caricatures moving, sinking in motion.
We eventually reach the top, re-armed with a sense of giddiness. The vast scale of the dune makes me feel like a child imagining further that I’m frolicking in the world’s largest sandbox.
Take a look at what it feels like to be on top of the dunes in the Namib-Naukluft National Park. Squeal like a child when you do. We did. And trust me, it felt good.