Place where there is nothing
Perfect geometry forms. Millions of years the smallest sand is lazily rolling along the flat salt plateau, from the day of the day, honing the already perfect lines of sandy panels ancient on the planet of the desert Namib. Looking at how the brushing the hot breath of the wind is leisurely transforms the dunes right in their eyes, unwittingly immerse themselves in the trans ..
A pair of sliding from the slope of the verachan sandstone will hardly notice even the most attentive viewer. But the time is inexorably moving forward, and this pair of escaped grains immediately catch up with the second one to generate a new dune together and, perhaps, to forever change the life around.
Once upon a time, life was buried here: the water of the River Zapachab (TSAUCHAB) was powered by a major plot of land. But the sands of the desert sands, intending to go through this river, did not calculate their power and completely blocked the access of water. The burst of the sun did not prevent anything immediately to evaporate the remnants of moisture, turning the once blooming oasis of life in the kingdom of silent sand and dry lakes.
The skeletons of acacia sticking out of the dried land are no longer the eight hundred years! And as much as much as the water will never return here.
But also these pants with insatiable sands of the desert Namib has always been little. Dehydrating one plot of land after another, they continue their way to the ocean, confidently stepping into it with their wide sandy leg.
Each kilometer of approaching the shore is observed by a sharp drop in temperatures, which would seem to mitigate the harsh climate of the sandy sea Namib, but in fact, only thickens the clouds at his shores: the schooners during the thick fogs, the difference in constantly changing African borders.
And those who had selected ashore waited for harsh death at the very edge of the desert desert: the oppressive heat and tens of kilometers of the highest dunes on the planet on the way to fresh water sources.
The Skeleton Coast became the last guilty of hundreds of ships and thousands of people whose remains found the eternal peace among silent sands.
"Place where there is nothing" – That is what is translated "Namib" from the language of the African people Nama. But is it?
Conducting another sunset in the company of non-surrender mummies frozen hundreds of years ago camel acacia, you are desperately listening to the world to catch some desert motive. At least one Shumkov! But it’s not all … only a stunning silence reigns around. You do not give up and continue to listen, naively waiting for that now, yes, right now from the gap splitting from the drought of the Earth, the DRIGHT OF RARD AFRICAN FORMERTHER, but Nature is. She seems to survive. Waiting when the last ray of the sun, gently sliding on the sand waves, will say goodbye to the yam. It is at this moment that the whole desert life comes.
Namib – extremely arid, but still not the most lifeless place on earth.
Is it possible to fall asleep in a burning laugh of gyps in the tent, and waking up a robber attack of gang baboons trying to catch a bike?!
Is it possible to consider a lifeless place, on the shore of which one of the most numerous colonies of the marine cats in the world found a shelter?!
Desert lions, savanna elephants … Evolution here went to its move, forcing animals to adapt to life in the most unsuitable conditions for them!
As for people, they also found a corner in a crushed desert at the edges of the sand, which is advantageous to the presence of the sole non-chasing river Kunene (Kunene).
Despite the abundance of water in the river, the indigenous population of Himba settled far beyond the reach of the source of fresh water, so that access to it remained quite conditional.
Slowly penetrating into remote tribes of the echoes of civilization are not yet able to oust the age-old traditions of the local population. Water is too valuable resource for residents in the midst of the desert, so it can only spend it on food and drink. Perhaps this is the only people in the world, whose representatives never took at least some souls. Despite this, the skin of even the oldest women is as gentle as the skin of the baby, exactly as the smell – they all exude a fragrance of the fuel milk. 🙂
Protecting the head from the sun and dirt, the women of the chemical tribe covers its layer of the mixture of oil and red clay, which every morning rubbed and all its body, and even used in the construction of housing!
Namib’s desert landscapes are truly unique: salt plateau with mummified oasisas of life and weathered rocks, gravelly empty and iridescent of red verya, smoothly drowning in the rash ocean of the dunes and have already become part of the landscape of the roasted ships. The sunburning sun and suffocating heat burning under the legs of the sand and the drained earth – it would seem that all the conditions for the lack of life on it were created. But whether it is lifeless, as it may seem at first glance, it "place where there is nothing".
