I hear the landscape before me, it rumbles in the dark. Its bark far worse than it’s bite, sending sweet wet spray on the pre dawn breeze.
I’ve nestled myself in the gorge, the belly of the beast. Sharp jagged cliffs loom large as morning light begins to filter, pulling us out of night.
A grey metal cast looms over head heralding the light to come. Slowly my eyes no longer strain as warmer hues have begun.
Baobab trees appear in the sky clinging on for life. Their existence is on a knife edge and I focus on their roots. Precariously balanced they welcome the dawn under the first fingers of night.
Sitting in Angola they look across the way, their close knit neighbour Namibia is showing a different beginning to the day.
Volumes of water spew forth guided by the oceans call. It’s rumbling and grumbling journey gave birth to the landscapes voice as water made its fall.
All is there before me, two countries now showing in the their different ways. I’m struck in awe as there really is no better way to start another African day.