with my favorite lense jarred stuck after the last bumpy track, boerseuns should know to let their tyres down, i ascended this hill before sunrise, hoping to capture the barren Kaokoveld landscape with the sun low. clever. the sidelight lit up the garden-fresh green sprouting after recent rains. breakfast fires smoking. the Himba people were nomading it up further to the north

we were supposedly far from the shit, the remote army base here used to ban troublemakers from other camps to. routine patrols told us of desert elephant spoor only. the '7th spring' bar troublefree and jolly