Paul Walters in Lifestyle, Travel, Writers Spreading the word in SE Asia • Brand Ambassador Be BEE Jul 2, 2017 · 5 min read · 2.7K

Trudging Across The Shifting Sands Of The Namib, The World’s Oldest Desert.


It’s just on 5.00 am.

As I leave the comfort of my hotel room in pitch darkness, a crescent moon hangs low, like a scimitar on the horizon, its light almost no match for the billions of stars that pepper an inky black  sky. The only sound is a  plaintive yip, yip from a lone jackal wandering the  plains. 


Trudging Across The Shifting Sands Of The Namib, The World’s Oldest Desert.

Waiting for me outside the lodge is my guide for the day, the whippet-thin Emanuel, rugged up like an Inuit as if to ward off the almost arctic temperatures which, at this time of day hover just above zero. He is leaning nonchalantly against his vehicle that will transport us the 90 odd kms. to the Namib- Naukluft National Park entrance and, once the appropriate paperwork has been completed, we will be allowed  access into Sossusvlei, surely one of the most spectacular wonders of the world.

The utility that we are travelling in has, at some point been converted into a game viewing vehicle with only thin canvas flaps covering the windows. These prove to be no match for the air that, once we get going, swirls around us like freezing whirlwinds which whizz around the interior like demented dervish dancers, penetrating any area of the body not covered in suitably protective clothing.





I have travelled halfway around the world to see the legendary giant dunes of Sossusvlei, in the Namib, Namibia’s driest and the world’s oldest desert. This giant sand sea has been spawned by the relentless waves and winds from the freezing waters of the Atlantic ocean, pushing sand and dust ever inwards, originating in the South African Drakensberg mountains and carried down the Orange river to the sea to be swept up the coast by the Benguela current.

This desert is estimated to be over 80 million years old.

Sossusvlei, Emanuel tells me means, ‘place of abundant water’ even though there is absolutely no trace of water anywhere, which I guess is to be expected as no rain ever falls here. However, if enough rain does fall on the mountains to the east, the Tsauchab River will spring to life and head towards the coast, but, no matter how full and fast flowing the river becomes, it will never reach its destination. Once it arrives at Sossusvlei its path will be choked by a solid fortress, made up of a sea of sand.



The dry river bed and its tributaries are lined with 800-year-old acacia trees, their roots drilling 30 meters down into the sand, searching for life in the subterranean waters that lie deep beneath the earth.

As dawn begins to break, the horizon becomes tinged in a delicate shade of pink, brushing and beautifying the rugged mountains surrounding us. The closer we get to the to the entrance to the park, we leave behind the last of the hardy farming outposts all of which seem to be slowly yielding to the ever shifting sands of the Namib, their tall, scrawny windmills turning languidly in a light breeze, silhouetted against the light of a new day.



This is the end of the scrubland that, until now has not been swallowed by the encroaching desert. In the distance I spot a lone Oryx, magnificent in stature nibbling contentedly on what little grass there is, first sucking the night- time dew from the leaves before pulling up the hardy plant from its roots; it is a picture perfect, ‘Kodak’ moment.



Nothing can quite prepare you for the sheer quality of soft light and colour that begins to envelop the vista as, what should have been a desolate, monochromatic landscape begins ever so slowly to glow in shades of whites, reds and browns, gently kissed by the sun as it peeks over the mountains.

Suddenly, there they are in all their dusty splendour, the soaring dunes that have made the Namib famous, glowing blood – red, the morning light highlighting the iron-oxide rich sand that makes up their structure. They tower, like giant sentinels bringing their precisely sculpted contours into sharp relief. Deep shadows, where the sun is yet to reach, create dark, mysterious pools enfolded in perfect arcs of red sand, infused with quartz which sparkle like diamonds that have been carelessly tossed aside and fallen into its contours.



Ascending to heights of more than a thousand feet, Namibia’s ancient dunes are among the tallest in the world. However, the dunes of Sossusvlei are actually not the highest, (despite what Namibians may tell you). Similar dunes in the Algerian Sahara reach a staggering 430m, while those in the Gobi Desert, Iran’s Dasht-e Lut and Peru’s Sechura Desert are even higher still.

As we penetrate deeper into the desert, more and more dunes rise in sinuous S – curves reaching ever upwards before ending in sharply chiselled ridges. It is as if a dedicated sculptor, working tirelessly has painstakingly crafted each dune into shapes so sensuous and beguiling that they almost reach perfection, in a way, it is almost too perfect.



Traversing a dry riverbed, past long dead acacias, we rise up a shallow bank and there, towering above its brethren, at an imposing 412 mts.(1,066 feet) is Big Daddy, the tallest known dune in the Namib.

Energetic tourists, lithe and fit, set off from the viewing area, eager to ascend this giant sand monolith. They climb the blood-red surface, walking in single file along the razor-sharp ridge until, after a while they resemble tiny ants clawing their way upwards striving to reach the summit. I would have loved to have joined them but my broken ankle, encased as always in a cumbersome “moon boot’ and me hobbling about with the aid of a stick, precludes me from experiencing the dramatic views from the top.



In a shallow depression, lying at the foot of ‘Big Daddy,’ lies Deadvlei, an apt name, given the current state of what once was a large inland lake. The desiccated, blindingly white clay pan, is part of an expanse of petrified white earth studded with carcasses of numerous acacia trees, their skeletal branches leaning at acute angles in every direction, burnt into crisped, charcoal stumps that protrude from the barren soil.

It is an altogether surreal landscape that immediately conjures up images of Salvador Dali’s more evocative paintings which have suddenly sprung to life.

At this point in time, the vlei is utterly devoid of life.



Emanuel tells me that, even though this graveyard of emaciated and long- dead camel-thorn acacias, belies any evidence of living organisms, although, every so often, when the rains from the east fill the rivers, it brings abundant water to the vlei, and almost overnight, Lazarus–like, it once again bursts into life. Flamingoes and other migrating birds, frogs, flowers and even fish will once again flourish in this most desolate depression, surrounded as it is by a gigantic sea of sand.

By mid-morning the sun’s soft illumination has disappeared, to be replaced by a harsh, blinding light, accompanied by fierce desert heat, forcing the Oryx and other creatures to seek the shade of the acacias. For us, it is a signal to climb back into our vehicle and begin the long drive back to the lodge.




The Namib, as I discovered later is a dessert that literally gets under your skin when I find that fine sand has found its way under my nails, eased its way into my nostrils, behind my ears and nestled between every hair follicle on my head, before creeping into all the folds and creases of my clothes.

I stand in the shower and watch as the red dust makes its way down the drain and I am reminded once again that, the world is truly an amazing place!


Photographs copyright  E.J. lenahan.

Paul v Walters is the best selling author of several novels and an anthology of short stories. When he is not cocooned in sloth and procrastination in his house in Bali, he scribbles for several international travel and vox pop journals. 



Ken Boddie Apr 29, 2019 · #53

Good to see this post revived again, Paul. Reminds me of my time, as a young fella, working in the south of Abu Dhabi in high dune country on the edge of the ‘Empty Quarter’, but without the stoic acacia sentinels. We frequently found snakes and lizards in a deceptively, seemingly sterile, landscape, but what lingers most in my vague and foggy memory are the amazing colours at dawn and dusk and, as you suggest, the fact that the windblown fine silty dune sand had capability of entering every crevice and cavity in the human body.

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Praveen Raj Gullepalli Jan 21, 2019 · #52

Fascinating journey Paul. A lot of extremes to deal with in a day! :) That is a suffocating amount of sand indeed! But mighty tempting to slide down a sandy summit or two am sure.?

".....its light almost no match for the billions of stars that pepper an inky black sky." Man, this is one sight so hard to see nowadays. We do not have skyscrapers that block the sky, but the pollution sure does the needful.

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Stephanie Brookes Sep 25, 2017 · #51

Beautiful description of a special place on earth. I really love your writing. Can't wait to read the next story - where to next?

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Tani Paxton Jul 24, 2017 · #50

#49 As promised.

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Paul Walters Jul 24, 2017 · #49

#48 @Tani Paxton healing sort of well. Now at 'home' in the South Of France . Back in Bali mid august...Ill call, there is beer to be drunk

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Tani Paxton Jul 24, 2017 · #48

Epic trip, unforgettable I bet! @Paul Walters, how is your leg?

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Lance 🐝 Scoular Jul 8, 2017 · #47

🏜👍
👥ed 🐝🐝🐤🐳

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Paul Walters Jul 7, 2017 · #46

#45 Too kind Ms Brown but thank you

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