Exploring Kolmanskop: Namibia’s Ghost Town in the Desert
I ducked beneath the barrier and jogged across a nearby sand dune. When I reached the first derelict building, I looked behind me and shot Dave an exhilarated grin. I’ve been a rule-follower for much of my life, but I was learning that disobeying authority was kind of invigorating. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. There I was, standing in the centre of a Namibian ghost town, surrounded by desert, and Dave and I were the only people around. The town was dark, eerie, and foreboding; the only sound the thudding of my heart and gentle crunch of sand underfoot. I took Dave’s hand in mine, crept forward a few feet, then ducked into the abandoned remains of somebody’s home. We had driven 1,500 kilometres (1,000 miles) out of our way to get here, and on Namibia’s bad roads, that equals a seriously big undertaking. With just two weeks to see Namibia’s highlights, we had packed a ton into our time so far — easing into the trip in Ovita, thr...
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