Namibia Series pt. 4—Back to Fish River Canyon then Cape Town

We headed back to Fish River Canyon to watch the sunset on our last night in Nambia. There would be no better way to end the trip really. The things that we saw over these nine days, the incredible beauty, was truly humbling and we were once again forced to feel how very small we are when watching the sun dip below the canyon. While we stayed and took it all in for a while, our time was cut short by a group of loud European tourists who were more interested in talking (shit, more like yelling) to one another than watching the amazing thing that was going on in front of them. It was so irritating that we had to leave.

As we drove back to the campground, leaning out of the window and feeling the warm Namibian air against my face, I had probably my biggest realization of where I was and how lucky I am. For as long as I can remember I have dreamt of Africa, and here I am. As cheesy as it sounds, in this moment I felt more alive than I ever have and I knew that I was where I was supposed to be.

This night was one of the hottest nights I have ever experienced. Usually, although it was hotter than hell during the day, it cooled down to a bearable temperature in the evenings. Not this one. I don’t think it ever got below 80 degrees (which actually sounds cooler than it felt). We all had to take cold showers just to attempt to stop being miserable. Sitting around in our swimsuits, we hoped the temperature would drop even a little bit before morning so that we could sleep. No such luck. I slept for probably a total of an hour before the sun was up and I couldn’t stand sweating in a tent any longer.

After nine days of adventure, laughter, savannahs, biltong, sweat, good people and some of the most beautiful landscape we will ever see…we were headed back with dreams of the chilled Cape Town wind and with some of the greatest memories of our lives.