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                                                                                   reallyneedtogo,orcouldIholditin,wassuddenlythemostpressing
                                                                                   questionofmyexistence.
                                                                                      Afewhourslater,wescreechedintoaghosttownabandonedinthe
                                                                                   1930s.Kolmanskopwasoncearichminingvillagebuttodayitsempty
                                                                                   buildingsarefloodedwithsand–aneeriereminderoftheviolent
                                                                                   stormsthatsometimessweepthroughthiscorneroftheworld.
                                                                                      Fordecades,Kolmanskophummedwithprosperitythankstoits
                                                                                   diamond-yieldingsoil.Butovertime,itsfieldsbeganshowingsignsof
                                                                                   depletionandby1928,newdiamonddepositsdiscoveredelsewhere
                                                                                   encourageditsresidentstoleave.
                                                                                      Asthesandsblewin,thedoorsofbuildingsfellofftheirhingesand
           GRIT,                                                                   windowsflewopentowelcomeinthedesertdust.Soon,theprehistoric

                                                                                   wastelandreclaimedtheoncevibrantvillageandtheinhospitable
                                                                                   remotenessoftheNamibDesertenvelopeditonceagain.
           GRAVEL                                                                  Africanadministrationfrom1915untilitbecameindependentin1990.
                                                                                      Formerlynamed‘SouthWestAfrica’,NamibiawasunderSouth


                                                                                   Withmorethan300daysofsunshineayear,itisthedriestcountryin
           ANDA                                                                    sub-SaharanAfrica.Unfortunatelyitslongdistancesposereallogistical

                                                                                   problemswhenitcomestoneedingatoilet–unlessofcourseoneis
                                                                                   contenttodisappearbehindasanddunewhichIlearnedtodowith
           GHOST                                                                   increasedabandonment.

                                                                                      Myfirstviewofthecapitalcity,Windhoek,wasapatchofgreen
                                                                                   grasshiddenbehindsomebusheswithmytrousersaroundmyankle
           TOWN                                                                    andarolloftoiletpaperinmylefthand.Idon’tknowwhogotmoreof

                                                                                   afright–meorthebewilderedkuduthatjumpedacrossmypath.A
                                                                                   fewmetersaway,agroupofgiraffesandelephantsgrazedquietlyinthe
                                                                                   afternoonheat.
           The Namib Desert may seem empty                                            TheNamibDesertmayseememptybutithidesmanypossibilities.
           but it hides infinite possibilities.                                    Anoxwagonappearsinthemiddleofnowhere–probablyonceused
                                                                                   tocarrydiamondswasheddownstream.Iviewitfromahelicopter
           BY PAULA SLIER
                                                                                   ride–duringwhichIamfocusedprimarilyontryingnottothrowup
                                                                                   breakfast.
                                                                                      Inthelate1980s,atractionsteamenginewasimportedfrom
                  CURSEDUNDERMYBREATHFORTHETHOUSANDTH                              Germanytotryreplacethetediousox-wagontraffic.Amechanic,
                  timeasanotherclumpofredsandlandedonthecrackedcar                 whowasalsotoserveasadriver,arrived,andaftertakingonelook
                  windshield.ThetaxidriverwasnavigatingtheNamibDesert              atthedesert,wenthome.Eventually,theenginewaspushedtothe
          IatahundredmilesanhourwithChrisReasingingsomewhat                        country’sformermainharboratSwakopmundandforashorttimedid
           propheticallyRoadToNowhereatfullblastthroughthesoundsystem.             surprisinglywellbeforeitblewatubethatcouldnotbereplaced.

              LocalsinNamibialaughinglycalltheexperienceofgritmeeting                 Todaytheso-called‘MartinLuthermonument’withtheinscription
           gravelbeneathone’scarwheels“anAfricanmassage”.Redsunrayskiss            “hereIstandandIcannotdootherwise”–paystributetothoseearly
           sunburnedsandbanks,thehighestintheworld,astheNamibDesert                effortsatindustrialization.
           straddlestheAtlanticcoast.                                                 IfyoudomakeittoNamibia,youmustgosandboarding.Ididthe                 Images
              Buttheelderlydriverbehindthewheelwasclearlyoutofcontrol.             ‘liedown’versionthatthebrochuresproudlyadvertiserequiresno
           Mydesperateshoutsof‘slowdown’seemedtoincentivizehimto                   experience.They’reright–theyjustforgettoaddtoexpectclumpsof             Getty
           goevenfaster.Twohoursintothisroller-coasterridefromhell,he              sandinone’smouth.SothereIwasonmystomach,armsat45degrees                 via
           suddenlyregisteredmypleasforatoiletandsowejudderedintoa                 withfingersdesperatelywrappedaroundthecornersoftheparaffin-
           dejected-lookinggasstationforgottensomewheredeepinsidethe               basedsandboard,wonderingwhatthehellIwasdoing.
           desertdunes.                                                               Soon,agradualdeclinedownasanddunemakesthetaxidriver’s                byMichael Toye
              Everysooftenlifepresentsonewithcriticaldecisionsthatrequire          anticspalebycomparisonandI’mshootingheadfirstintothe
           deepintrospection.Thiswasoneofthosemoments.Ienteredatoilet              unknown.There’snobetterwaytogetacquaintedwiththedesert than
           cubicle with flies swarming all over the place. Just how badly did I    this. Grit blowing into your face as the desert skies hug you.          Photo





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