We arrive to the Hosea Kutako Airport, in Windhoek. The journey encompasses a space in the middle, between the Namibia desert and the gorges; preparing for the cavalcade in desertic lands and rocky zones is part of the adventure. We are given a talk about safety and spend the night in Windhoek.

We go into the desert and have lunch in the middle of the way. We get acquainted with the sand, the sun, that apathetically batters from above us. The horse and the rider become one so as to endure the inclemency of the land and the weather. No wonder why everybody yearns for the cavalcades in Namibia and surroundings and, at the same time, the one thing everyone is most afraid of. We have roasted food on charcoal, over the atavistic fire of the desert, both at day and night.

We go deep into the Namibia desert. Extenuating circumstances, no concessions, no half ways. With no roads or paths, only animal tracks. 27 kilometres wandering around the Namibia dunes, the highest dunes in the world, in the most ancient desert in the world, and passing along the sea. This is only for those who are willing to leave what is best in them. We cover our faces almost entirely to protect ourselves, and we keep going.

We end our journey among the mountains that are near Aus, where we visit wild horses and enter in the picturesque town of Luderitz.

We say goodbye to the desert, the sea, the adventure. We reach this point and get surprised to know that the mystery, instead of mitigating, grew even greater. This experience will keep on being alive within ourselves forever, like the flames of the fire which accompany us in the dark nights of Namibia. The plane takes of from Windhoek.