Shipwrecks peek above the sand. A mast here, a bow over there. Slowly the sand takes over, burying the mystical vessels into oblivion. 

For now they are only skeletons, reminders that this is an impassable barrier of sand. Some ships were pushed in by Atlantic storms. Others docked here, colonialists thinking they could pass the sand. None survived. 

You will explore the Skeleton Coast in a four-wheel drive, bumping upon very rough trails to a series of poignant shipwrecks and lots of Cape fur seals. Perhaps nowhere else you have been will demonstrate nature’s power so abruptly. 

It’s silent and beautiful. And oh so different to everywhere else.