Damaraland

The Damaraland is the gateway to the Skeleton coast. Life is really though here. Hardly any people manage to survive in this environment anymore. There are still free living animals around outside any National Parks. We saw baboons, antelopes and heard about elephants patrolling the area. Otherwise the only way to make money is to sell stuff to the tourists who occasionally pass by in their rented Toyota Hillux. Fake ancient stone paintings are advertised throughout the road. We lost one tyre on the way and managed to fix it more or less among ourselves. Even though one guy helped us a bit and at the end wanted some petrol for his services. We only had diesel. We found a lodge hidden in a small valley where campers mostly stop. The river beds are dry and there is hardly any vegetation left. We stopped here for two nights two rest from all the driving and chill at the pool and sip some beer with an occasional stroll up some hills to enjoy the views.
It is the kind of area spiritual people would refer to as being spiritual. Only wind makes noise otherwise there is nothing. It is close to the end of the world - but this should be are next stop.