We fly out of Andersson Camp to reach the desolate Skeleton Coast. Two hours of wild and crazy landscapes with very few indications of humans - some dirt roads, a few ranch homesteads, but for the last bit flying over national park landscape -no humans until our camp. We spot one solitary elephant in a dry riverbed.
This area is remarkable - sand (a lot), amazing rock
formations, endless gravel plains with NO vegetation, wind and evening /
morning fog.We stay at a lodge that is a special place - the
definition of 'off the grid' - 12 guests in 6 tents and a central
lounge/dining area. Nearest major habitation is a 6 hour drive.
18°45'52.92"S / 12°34'36.37"E
Our first day ends with sundowner drinks among beautiful rock formations. I still have a hard time believing this, but the camp guides teach come of us (not me) how to spit giraffe poop long distances.
A long day's drive through the moonscape to the coast - unfriendly sea and a shore scattered with bones of whales, fir seals, and scrap from multiple shipwrecks. Feet go in the South Atlantic water and it is not as cold as it looks - but nobody goes swimming.
Kallie and Jonathan, our local guides from the lodge have an amazing knowledge of the area and the wildlife, which is sparse. On a walk one morning, they concentrate on insect tracks in the sand, digging up a very cool translucent gecko and a white lady spider.
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