Enjoying the company of lions on an African road trip

We weren’t going to make it to Buitepos. The sun was setting and long, cool shadows were mingling with the last intense rays of a crimson golden hour. We had been driving down this gravel road all afternoon, and we still had about an hour left to go. There was no way we’d find a place to sleep.

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Camping in the deserts of Namibia

Southern Namibia was so vast and empty, it felt like we were driving across the moon. The arrow-straight gravel highway touched the horizon with a pinprick, and the sky was a vast pastel blue, which seemed a hundred times larger than usual. We felt extra excited now; our uncle Jan in Cape Town, the nearest person who might bail us out of a crisis, was now in another country, adding an element of independence to our road trip.

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