The dawn hasn't quite hit these dunes, but you can still see how pink they look.
Dark pink dunes in the pre-dawn light.
The same dune from afar. Only in the light of sunrise do they look so red.
You can start to see the difference from the light and shadow.
Many of the trees here don't fare too well in the dry, but there are still birds that use them. This one had several Cape Crows in it. They look a lot like our magpies.
Cape Crows in the dead tree, waiting for scraps to be left behind by the tourists.
And the ubiquitous sparrows live everywhere in the world it seems. They liked the seeds in the brown bread we get at the store in Luderitz. The grocery stores here bake their own bread and rolls and we don't get pre-packaged bread, so we have to buy it every other day or so or it goes hard and/or moldy.
The vista from the shuttle parking area.
The little blips on the edge of the dune are people walking along its ridge. This was a different dune that we passed and several vehicles stopped here for the people to climb in the early morning light.
Footprints on the ridge of the dune we climbed. You had to put your feet right on the ridge because if you stepped to either side, you would sink in and have to climb back up.
Distant dunes as seen from Big Daddy.
Now a soft orange, they are still awesome looking in person. The shuttle driver tried to bounce us as much as possible along the sandy road back to the vehicle parking so we couldn't get many photos.
This is for giraffe. We never saw a giraffe and very few trees or places that there could even be one living around here.
A motorcyclist with a broken bar for his side car. We offered to take them down the road, but another vehicle came along heading their way and would ask at the accommodation a kilometer down the road for help.
One of the many dead oryx we saw along the fence on the side of the road. Brian broke off one of its antlers/horns, but it broke off half way up.
The ruddy red-orange of the dirt with green bushes on it caught my eye. This is the kind of dirt they use to dye t-shirts and call them 'dirt shirts' of Africa.