You know that feeling when you’re in a beautiful place and you’re suddenly overcome by the moment? Nearly moved to tears by the sheer wonder of what you’re seeing, overwhelmed by a feeling that there’s no where in the world you’d rather be, a sense that you are truly living and a sort of premonition that this is a memory you’ll revisit for your entire life? I live for this feeling. It’s why I spend every cent on flights to far-flung destinations. I get this feeling when I’m standing at the top of a mountain or staring up at something I’ve seen a million times in my dreams or when a serendipitous series of events lead me to an experience I never could have planned.
I have to say, I lived in this constant state of bliss the entire time I was in Namibia. It’s filled with more jaw-dropping, heartbreakingly beautiful spots than you’d ever believe, and still it’s empty of tourists. You never need to push through crowds at a viewpoint for the chance to take a single photo, you don’t have to pay hundreds of dollars to visit natural wonders, and you never have the sense that you’re getting anything other than the real, raw Namibia. This is a magical place that I doubt I’ll ever stop talking about with a sort of mystic awe, and all I want to do is share it with people. Go quickly, before the rest of the world finds out about Namibia.