Where silence stretches further than the horizon. Namibia is space, light and time carved into sand, stone and salt.

I stood at Sossusvlei at sunrise, watching the dunes glow red and the wind reshape them grain by grain. Later, I drove for hours with nothing around me but sky, emptiness and the feeling, deep in my chest, of being very small in a very old land.

The Skeleton Coast felt like the edge of the world - wrecked, raw, strangely peaceful. And then there’s Swakopmund, where German bakeries serve Apfelstrudel and colonial buildings meet the chill of the Atlantic breeze. Namibia isn’t loud. It’s steady, vast and humbling. A place to be alone without ever feeling lonely.