It's actually rather chilly...
With the background noise of heavy trucks breaking the silence of the cool breeze blowing off the Atlantic and with the city lights painting the contrast against the dunes surrounding the small town at sunset - I'm off...
Knee feeling better than expected and so are my lungs - filled with fresh sea smelling air - the kind of air you'd think salty sailors would miss and sneak a secret smile on smelling it after a long while. With sand blowing across the newly tarred surface and the golden sun setting over the ocean to the West thoughts of writing Africa off begin to fade.
TIA - This is Africa...
Lights fading fast and I pick up my pace - the buildings are brand new but mostly empty a modern day Kolmanskop.
Release the hounds!
Pace picked up again as two ankle snappers chase me for 500m - deep breaths ensue but mostly just irritating as their tenacity eventually subsides as their small legs fatigue.
Last stretch on a dark sand beach with waves rolling in and trying to dodge is tricky as my feet start to sink as the surge of the cold water rises and falls. With Swakopmund's lights blinking in the distance and memories and similarities of Dubai flooding in I arrive, now out of breath.
Oysters and a Windhoek are calling - bit of a reward for a long days travel.
Gutenacht...
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