Superlatives roll easily when discussing the Namib. The world’s oldest desert, highest dunes, and largest expanse of shifting sands. Yet from the air these superlatives drift away. There is silence. There is just you and the desert.
For two hours you float across the sand. Nothing but sand. Sand, sand, sand. Everywhere the same, every view completely different. After two hours you understand that this place can’t be tamed. You can’t say you did the Namib. You know that nature did you.
Up, up, and away. You will fly in the early morning and watch how the sun rises over the dunes. Floating on the wind you will find peace with the great world below you, serenity amid the silence of this endless place.