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End of the dunes, end of the desert, end of the ocean. Change of scenery in the Spitzkoppe massif. The autochtons like to call this mountain the Swiss Matterhorn. A highlight for rock-climbers and an off the beaten track destination which combines relaxed atmosphere and rest for the others. The team that runs the campsite at the bottom of rocky bock is smiling and hospitable. The receptionist improvises a Damara-Nama course. A disconcerting language which you must take off the tongue from the palate for pronouncing a clicking sound before going on with a syllable. Not easy.
We walk away from the campsite to climb the huge round rocks stored among the golden grass. A disneyland-like arrangement of big stones. Without being unforgettable, the Spitzkoppe is however worth the trip. Harmonious roundnesses of its sides and steepness of its crest. The sunset is savoured without moderation : reddening shade of the generously curved rocks on a bed of ochre savannah.