In fact, the drive out there is much improved – previous trips have been bladder-burstingly bumpy over the rutted sandy roads, but apparently the Namibian President has recently done the same trip, so they decided to flatten out the roads for him. This meant that the drive was much quicker, and much more comfortable.
We got there just as the sun was going down over the mountains, so we quickly hiked our way up to the top of the tallest dune to watch the sky transform into reds and purples, as the sands changed from yellow to ochre in the dying evening light – really magical. Then we listened to the enthusiastic African choir sing some delightful songs, and the marimba band play some atmospheric tunes.
The buffet dinner was handled with maximum efficiency, and with the beer and wine flowing, everyone had a great time. The highlight were the fire dancers, swinging their balls of fire on ropes with great abandon, and no care for the odd skin singeing if they got their timing wrong.
Finally, it was time to sit around the camp fire while some people joined in with the dancing to the choir, before the unbumpy journey home. This was a night in spectacular surroundings, with amazing entertainment that was so surreally good that you need to pinch yourself that it was real.
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