A ramble to the furthest reaches

In Namibia, it often feels like you’re the first person to travel through a landscape, that you’ve been transported to another, wilder era. Come get lost in the Kunene Region in the north-west of the country – in a good way.

- TOAST COETZER

An involuntary smile tugs at my mouth as I lift my camera to my eye. Just look at it!

It’s almost sunset and I’m standing on a big rock at Spitzkoppe with Henri le Roux from George. The famous Rock Arch, probably the most popular subject for photographers, spans the sky behind us. Henri and I have already taken our photos of the arch and now we’re facing west, where the clouds will hopefully soon turn pink.

Four vehicles pull up and a raucous group of foreign tourists spills out. They walk to the Rock Arch and their guides barely have to say anything because the beauty of Spitzkoppe speaks for itself. The guides collect cellphones and cameras from their guests to take group photos with the arch in the background. They laugh and talk. Soon they’ll be eating gemsbok steak at the lodge; tomorrow they’ll probably sleep in Swakop.

Off they go again, and the pale-winged starlings return.

As dusk falls, only Henri and I are left on the big rock. The sun doesn’t set in a blaze, it sets succinctly and soulfully behind the clouds. That’s also good. We’ll see a pink sunset another day. It’s enough to simply be here; to experience the exuberance of one of Namibia’s most scenic landscapes; and to feel small against the rough curve of rock.